Keepin' it Strate, The Thanksgiving Special

For those of you who missed the

Strate Thanksgiving Saga

on

Facebook,

Here is how the day started.

(and by the way, yesterday was our Thanksgiving)

Syrup made for the

Sweet Potato/Yam/The Final Butternut Squash

Casserole.

(Those of you that have been following along should be happy

with the FINAL Butternut squash idea)

Anyway, I try to turn off the burner and

NOTHING!

It does not turn off.

I twist.

I turn.

I maybe "reef" a little too hard.

And

The knob breaks.

"JWS, we have a little problem"

For those of you also following along,

you might realize that we also have been having an oven problem.

JWS, walking to the kitchen says,

"What did you do now, Rambo?"

A short time later,

my kitchen looks like the pic above.

Tyler is repeating over and over the stove has problem,

big problems.

and

Logan

is quietly sharpening colored pencils all over my freshly vacuumed floor.

Jenn is watching it all amused drinking her coffee,

And JWS?

Full Panic Mode.

I mean

Full, maybe he should take a pill or something, Panic Mode.

I am calmly explaining that we still have three burners.

He is not so calmly screaming

that he will have a stove delivered by noon.

It went on from there.

JWS was to drive his Mom to dialysis,

she was getting later by the minute.

He was then yelling at me.

I knew he said those things in love.

If not, I would have poisoned his food or something.

It took until about 10 AM before he called and apologized.

Sooner than I thought he would.

How he has matured.

He is almost grown up.

Until about noon,

when I kept telling him that I smelled gas.

"No, you don't"

Yes, I do!"

and so it continued

until I walked out of the kitchen.

and then I heard.

WHOOOSH!

and the explosion.

Of course, as soon as the flames died down,

and I realized I did not have to dial 911.

I said,

"Betcha listen the next time I tell you,

'I smell gas'"

Maybe it was not quite time.

I got the LOOK.

Anyway,

the meal got cooked,

thanks to neighbors' stoves and ovens.

Everything was good.

Fun was had by all.

JWS is leaving for camp.

He thinks I should go buy a stove and have it put in Friday.

Really?

He is going to be at camp.

A fridge full of leftovers.

A microwave.

I'm good for days.

And in the end,

this Thanksgiving was way less stressful than the one that,

the garbage disposal

backed up because of the burnt gravy

and the gravy then re-appeared

in all it's burnt glory

in the

downstairs bathroom shower.

Now that was a rough one!

And these two,

happily playing on the floor.

Garren loves this little car thing,

but Wyatt is looking around to see who might be watching...

And

in stealth mode...

steals it away!

Caught on camera!

How unhappy does Garren look about that?

I think he was puzzled with Wyatt and that crawling thing the rest of the day!

These four little angels,

Happily eating away.

And then they also

Got Real Silly!

Last of all.

Priorities of a First Grader.

Could they be any better?

I hope that all of you have a

Blessed Thanksgiving

and that your stoves keep working!