Dad is in charge of the bird. Scary. It's in the roaster and so far he's been doing his dishes. He watches way to much TV and gets way to many ideas.
Slap the damn thing in the roaster, smear it with butter/salt/pepper and let it cook. It is not rocket science.
I on the other hand have laundry in the washer and work on my home office desk! Lots to do before the tribe arrives.
M
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