We have enough interest that the Peep Show will go on! It will be smaller than previous years, but that is okay. :)
All-O-ver, Ol-i-vore . . . we're learning that Oliver's name has some fun mispronunciations.
Also, ask him what is name is and this is what you'll hear: "My name is Oli . . . Oli . . . Oliv . . . Oli . . . I don't know."
Here I am at SFO. Again. What should have been a 40 minute layover has turned into a 5 hour layover with merely a possibility of getting on the red-eye at 10:30. Flying standby. And if I don't get on the standby flight . . . they tell me my next shot at JFK isn't for 24 hours. Yeah. So let's hope that doesn't happen. And if I don't get on standby, well, there's got to be another way home.
S: Oliver, Is Mom a child of God?
O: Yes!
S: No, Mom is a grown up!
The one night -- ever -- when Micah and I get to bed at 10:00 and could, feasibly, get 9 hours of uninterrupted sleep, Simon wakes up crying inexplicably at midnight and can't go back to sleep, Oliver falls out of bed, and we're all out a couple of hours of sleep. Clearly we need to never try to go to to bed early. It's the only way to get a good night's sleep around here.
Because it was his last week at work, Micah’s intern, Jay, decided to throw himself a “surprise” party. And because Micah is leaving soon as well, he invited Micah to be one of the guests of honor at the party–which also meant providing one of the main dishes for the potluck. Somehow, as this “surprise” party was being planned word got out that Micah can cook up a mean turkey and someone in the office volunteered to provide one if Micah would work his magic on it. So that is what he did. On Monday he got started by brining the turkey in the office fridge, and on Tuesday he roasted it in the office oven for the lunchtime party. His co-workers were terribly impressed and so sad that they only found out about Micah’s cooking talents at the end of his reign as graphic genius and technoguru of the PCC. If they’d known earlier, he could have added “Office Caterer” to his resume and probably made a killing off of his skills. I think one of his co-workers even offered to let him further develop his turkey-roasting talents on the bird she has had in her freezer since Christmas.
After tasting it myself, I wouldn’t mind if Micah were feeling a little Thanksgiving-ish more frequently (as long as someone else is willing to foot the bill, of course). Many thanks go out to Kareena as well, for providing the spices for the turkey. They caused quite the stir. Everyone wanted to know where they could get some Spike and Greek.
The picture is actually from Thanksgiving, but I was busy with Simon and forgot to take one of Micah at the party. They were prepared and cooked exactly the same way, just in different ovens.
That is a nice looking turkey.
It was cooked by a (very) nice looking man.