Turkey, Sleep, and Manscaping

I made a twenty-four pound Turkey for Thanksgiving expecting to have a few people over for dinner.  Gareth was bringing a few of his doctor friends from the hospital.  With the turkey done and resting on the table, three of my friends sitting in the living room anxious to eat, and me looking out the window for them to arrive, I received a call from Gareth to tell me they would be late because of an emergency at the hospital. 


My friends were very understanding with the situation and it helped that I kept liquor in their glasses.  The only one that couldn't take it any longer was the cat who had sat by the stove all day while the turkey cooked.  He was now sitting next to the table letting out long, loud cries that would have scared anyone that heard them at night.  When I patted his head and said "My little beast can't wait for his feast" it led to a half hour of making Dr. Seuss type rhymes.  Before long Gareth walked in with one friend and apologized for being late and that they had to get back to the hospital and couldn't stay.  So we quickly put the food on the table, cut the turkey and had a quick ten minute meal together before they had to take their plates and leave again.  My friends decided to move their second plates of food to the living room to watch television.  After several days of planning and all day cooking, it was all over in ten minutes.  Now it was just me and my cat who had taken a seat at the end of the table and munched on a bowl of his own turkey.  The beast was having his feast.  




Later that evening when the dishes were done, the food put away, and the friends gone home I fell upon the couch exhausted.  A few bounces on the back of the couch let me know my cat had decided to join me for a nap.  Over the next couple days this was how the day would go.  My cat and I munching on the leftovers, Gareth making a brief appearance here and there, friends calling and stopping by for a moment.  But mostly it was spent getting caught up on all the sleep I hadn't been getting.  

With my body feeling refreshed from all the rest, I decided to work out this morning.  After the workout I noticed I need a shave.  As I was shaving I noticed I had a few hairs on my chest and I thought I should do some manscaping.  Now I don't have a hairy chest and the idea of me needing to man-scape my chest brought a smile to my face, but it brought a look of confusion on Gareth's face when he walked in to see me running the razor over my chest.  With a puzzled look he asked, "What are you doing?" With a smile and cocksure attitude I replied "I'm manscaping!"  With a quick laugh before leaving the bathroom he answered, "Unbelievable." 


So that was my weekend and I'm going to enjoy my last day of vacation before I have to go to the office tomorrow.  I decided to make some turkey sandwiches and take them to the hospital to have dinner with Gareth since he is working late again.  He wants to do some shopping tonight before coming home so maybe I'll talk him into stopping by the pharmacy to get some hair removal products in case my three chest hairs come back and then I'll sit back and count how many times he says "Unbelievable" before we get back home. lol