This war has really made me mess up plans all year.  Or maybe it’s just me.  So when I invited the kids for thanksgiving last week, I immediately ordered the turkey for today so I could brine it and roast it tomorrow.  But this afternoon when it didn’t arrive, I checked it out and realized I had forgotten to press the send button.  So tonight we made our way to the Russian supermarket that is always open and went for the meat counter.  There was only a 20 pound turkey, and the Russian butchers had no idea what it was or why I would buy something the size of a two year old child.  Even though I invited them over for the dinner, they laughingly refused – would never eat something like that.  They suggested I take it home on a leash.  

I should have cancelled the whole event but it’s not only Oren’s birthday, there’s no way we could avoid celebrating even a questionable ceasefire.