Got a twenty pound turkey last November. A very kind organization gave my family another turkey and all the fixin's so I needed to store the first turkey. Asked my mother to do it. Yesterday my father called to tell me to pick it up or he's chucking the turkey (just noticed today that he called and returned his call this morning). Funny that, cuz they have two large freezers. No problem I picked up my turkey today. :-/
Oh, and when I did pick up that turkey my mother made a point of telling that she though she saw my 14 year old daughter running the streets about 2 miles away from where we live at 5:30pm last Wednesday. When I tried to tell her otherwise (my daughter was with me driving to pick up my youngest son from his after school program about 18 miles away) she brushed me off and said she knows what her granddaughter looks like and I shouldn't let my daughter run the streets without her brothers.
Wtf, my mother actually believes that I am raising my daughter to be a little ho.