Does anybody else out there have anxiety dreams about turkey? Last night I dreamed that it was 11 o-clock and we hadn't started the turkey yet. I couldn't find a roasting pan, so I carried it in a very wobbly foil pan around a village trying to find something better to cook it in. As I carried it, my turkey looked more and more scrawny. It lost its skin and its ribs showed.
Finally, I brought the turkey back to my kitchen, where I set it down on a stool and accidentally sat on it, squishing it flat. At that point my father-in-law's 85-year-old lady friend took a look at it and said in disgust, "That's not a turkey; that's a goose."
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