Now I know the title sounds like this might be my first year hosting Thanksgiving but nope this would be either my 7th or 8th year and it still feels like a form of torture. A part of myself I have learned to hide fairly well from the rest of the world ( or at least here in my small town) is the fact that I have social anxiety or just plain anxiety but it completely heightens when there is a crowd of people in my home depending on me for shit. I love all of my family and friends that come over and My friend is helping with a lot of the load but I am not a very good cook ( i get by the turkey will not be burnt) nor am I organized with cooking for 25 people in my SMALL ASS KITCHEN. I have very little counter space. I have very little space to put the food after it is done. So I get a little flustered right about this time when I have to have my house spotless *rolling eyes* see last post and trying to prepare and shop for this. I have to clue, even 7 years later, how to cook multiple things in the oven and on the stove with out something being cold at the end.
I have been productive though. I did sew slip covers for my couch and even re stuffed and sewed some of the rips in the couch, thanks to my wonderful crafty friend that yells at me to get shit done. I love her. everyone need a friend like her. She completely motivates our group of friends to get off our lazy asses and Do this shit. I feel so empowered LMAO. Then I have another friend that went grocery shopping with me...notice a pattern here though she was the one who suggested shopping...just sayin'.
So this year will be no different. I will need plenty of alcohol to try to not freak out with the stress. My family will make fun of how discombobulated (is that a word? spell check thinks so) I am and I will somehow make a fool of my self for trying no to make a fool of myself. So yeah Happy friggin Thanksgiving :)
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