We got the turkey...

Every Thanksgiving the Air Force gives the enlisted airmen a box of food so that they can have an awesome Thanksgiving dinner. Typically, this box is delivered to your home on Monday or Tuesday so you have time to get everything else you need.

This year, they had the people in My Husband's squadron pick up their boxes. My Husband got his today... with the last turkey.

Our neighbor left his turkey in the freezer at work, assuming that it would be there when he was ready to get it. We aren't exactly sure what happened, but somehow his turkey disappeared. Since My Husband got the last turkey, our neighbor feels that it belongs to him instead.

Now, we had planned to have both families celebrate together and have one big dinner. Through a series of horrible events, none of us can stand him at the moment so we won't be doing that.

He wants the turkey.

I say, it's our turkey, in our fridge... screw him.

Since we love his wife, we're going to allow her and the children to have some of our turkey, along with whatever delicious sides we come up with.

Personally, this year, I'm incredibly thankful that I have a wonderful, loving husband... and that I'm not married to that asshole.

For weeks, his wife O has been craving an ice cream cake from Baskin Robins; one with blue icing and sunflowers. He has been taunting and teasing her, pretending that he bought it and then crushing her. He has made it very obvious that he does not care how is actions affect those around him, and I am very glad that he will not be joining us this Thanksgiving as I do not want to censor my snide remarks. That's alright, apparently he "Doesn't want to deal with my hormones" anyway.

That comment stemmed from one night when I told him how much of a jerk he was, expalined that he was hurting his wife with his stupidity, and then told him not to yell in my house when he started talking back.

Yesterday, My Husband and I took O to Baskin Robins to get her cake. Blue, with sunflowers, with the jerks favorite ice cream. I looked over at the girl who was taking our order, and asked "Will you write anything we want on the cake?" She, of course, said yes. I said it again, "I mean, ANYTHING?". She said that they got weird requests all the time.

No one was in the store, so we pushed further. "You mean, you will write anything we want. Anything at all?"

The cake, with beautiful blue icing and sunflowers, read as follows:

"Bought my own, Fucker!"

Whoever decorated that cake did an amazing job. "Bought my own" was on the top of the cake in beautiful red letters. "Fucker!" took up the entire side of the cake.

Once O sends me me a copy of the picture, I'll be sure to add it. You really don't understand how pretty this cake was.

Anyway, back to Thanksgiving.

This will be our second Thanksgiving away from our families, so it's up to us to make all of the yummy things we want. I really don't know if I'll be able to recreate my Mammaw's dressing, but I hope I can do a half decent job.

While stuffing our faces full of (hopefully) delicious turkey, we will remember all the things we are thankful for- Friends. family, free food, and a paid day of freedom.

Oh... one more thing.

It's our turkey, spunkstain. Hope you like your bowl of corn.