Blogging under duress

Daughter + 3 are here visiting and she is making me write this meaningless post (all the while standing over my left shoulder). Do I feel as if I'm in prison? Yes, I do. She's making me do this, especially when I'm in the middle of COOKING for tomorrow's big dinner. We are having our "official" Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow. Yesterday we ate at daughter's in-laws' house, so today I'm cooking for us for tomorrow.

I've already been chastised because I wanted to make this with yeast that was totally expired (can we say 2003?). She also is making me rewrite this until I tell the truth about the yeast. Bad mama.

So, I'm off to the store to purchase some good yeast so I can make my bread for tomorrow.

In between being poked in the shoulder by daughter, one granddaughter MESSING with my mouse while I'm trying to write, another sitting on my cedar chest begging me (over and over and over again) to help her feed the fish in the fish tank, and baby brother coughing, sneezing, and tooting all at the same time right next to my head -- it's been an interesting afternoon. If there's any typos in this useless blog post, it's all daughter's fault. (Insert daughter laughing hysterically.) I wish she would stop poking me in the shoulder.

I forgot to tell you how we were all awakened at 1:30 a.m. by daughter who plunked baby brother on me all the while dancer girl was puking all over her sister in the other room. Bad grandma -- I probably fed dancer girl too much chocolate last night. Husband was nice enough to wash all the bedding and clothes while daughter bathed her.

Anyway, I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving and didn't exceed your caloric limits too badly. I'm planning on making several pumpkin pies so we should easily exceed ours.