I am involved in a major undertaking today. A project so immense that it will change the way we live. And you know what? I'm not telling what it is until I'm done. Or, excuse me, finished. Mrs. Gillette used to say that if I say 'done' I sound like I'm a turkey being cooked in the oven and so now I'm 'done'. Although turkey is an appropriate topic considering Thanksgiving is next week, I personally do not want to be cooked in the oven no matter what delectable meat I am.
I say delectable because usually turkey (and most other meats) are fabulously delicious. Since being pregnant, though, I can't warm to meat. Nope... it's not the gross, bloody raw factor, or even the raw smell. It's the texture. The texture of chicken is nappy.
But as I was saying before I digressed into disgusting land, I am doing a project today. I am done-- argh, finished! with most of the prep, and I am about to go to the store to get what I need for the next step. Hopefully I'll be able to do a bit of that step before Tim gets home, and then we can do a bit more before the men's meeting, and finish up tomorrow night.
I'm very glad to be getting this done. And now that I've driven everyone crazy with these 'teasers', I'm going to go to the sto'. :)