New Years Not Hectic At All . . . NOT

So my sister calls me on the night of the 30th to tell me that her oven is on the fritz. Seems the panel has burned itself out. Great. She was supposed to cook New Years Eve dinner. You see, one of us always cooks the free turkey we got at the grocery store on New Years. So she has a 20 pound turkey and nothing to cook it in. No chance in getting the parts because the f**king thing is 15 years old. So the next morning I go in to my second job where I happen to sell appliances to look to see what they have for take home. I have an idea, but I'm hoping the Gods are in my favor. I see the boss and ask him what we have I can take home now and he mentions the one in the box. "Not that thing, I need something better". Then he remembers the one he was about to put at 40% off. He has been trying to get rid of this model for awhile. It's been discontinued and we needed to sell it. Wonderful. You see it's a nice one and stainless to boot. I call Mary and let her know what her options was and then bought the stainless. With the 40% and my discount I got it pretty cheap. I tell them to wrap it up and I will be right back. I run home, get the back seat out of the van and pick it up. Then I drive the 25-30 minutes to Mary's and fight the fight to get it in and the old one out. This was much more complicated than one might imagine since her house is about 100 years old and we had to drag it around the house on an under sized side walk, over the back stoop and in the front door and then thru the house to the kitchen in the back . After we got it in it was then drag the old one out the front, over the stoop and around to the van. Me and the kids took it to the dump at Mary's work and after I dropped of the kids, I then ran to Jim's Mom's apartment to pick her up (40 minutes) and then home (15 minutes) to put the seat back in the van and load everyone up and then return to Mary's house for dinner, which was cooking nicely in her new stove.

Dinner was great and then we left early to get everyone home before the drunks hit the roads. We let the kids stay up to see the ball drop. They both made it this year. I kind of wish I had put Brandon to bed. You never know how he will take things. When the ball dropped and we said it was a new year, he started to cry and kept it up for a good 10-15 minutes. He didn't want a new year. He liked 2007 and didn't want 2008.