This Christmas was sadly devoid of the usual holiday craziness (see watching my uncles get drunk and pass out) but not without an almost (thisclose) Christmas miracle.
So I'm sitting in my room watching ABC's Disney holiday parade extravaganza, god only knows why, when I hear my mom yell excitedly, "Jenny, come here!" (yes, I answer to Jenny at the homestead...when you live in the heart of Illinois people tend to add the "e" sound to the end of every name; jenny, angie, petey, susie, what have you-e)
Anyway so I ignore her like usual until I hear "come look at this, hurry up!"
I knew she was baking and I knew it was Christmas so logically I could only come to one conclusion: the face of Jesus had appeared in the green bean casserole. Our Christmas miracle had finally come.
I grabbed my camera and bolted to the kitchen only to find my mom basting, or whatever it is you do to them, the turkey and saying look how good this turned out!
I was pissed, but the turkey was delicious.
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