It isn't that my mother is horrible.
In fact, I love her.
But as with every mother/daughter duo, we find that we can drive eachother nuts.
You see, when I was younger, Mom and Dad also recieved a whole turkey for Christmas.
It was a really nice present except that not a single one of us ate turkey.
Did that stop Mom?
She cooked the turkey and then complained because it had barely been touched during dinner.
That didn't stop her either.
She continued to mix turkey into every conceivable meal until it was gone.
We had turkey chili, some kind of turkey bake, and the most torturous of all, Turkey Mac N Cheese!
I'm pretty sure I refused to eat for the entire week.
When I called Mom yesterday, she mentioned that she really wanted some soup.
I told her I had some Turkey soup leftover.
She laughed until she cried.