Friday, December 19, 2014

The Hayes Holiday Curse Continues

If you've been following this blog for long, you will have become aware that my family is dogged by a curse when it comes to Christmas and the holiday season. Our turkeys never cook, ovens spontaneously break down, and the general mojo of the day tends to be on the weird 'n wacky side. 
This year we tried something new....

It didn't work.

This year, my parents and I were going to evade the holiday madness with a simple plan - get out of town. Mum and Dad were going to head north for a few days to see if they couldn't find some snow to play in, and I was going to stay at home. We agreed to have a nice family dinner a few days before they left. (That would be the day after this blog is being written) and we'd keep everything simple. After all, it's just the three of us. We should have known it wasn't going to be that easy.

Last night, the phone rang. It was my mum and I figured it would be a follow up  to our emails about the upcoming dinner. Nope. The first words out of her mouth were along the lines of  "Don't panic, but..."

Turns out my Dad, who is a wood turner, took a chunk of flying wood to the face and had done a spectacular job of splitting his lip open...from the inside. One trip to emergency later, Dad is fine, but has a mouth full of stitches to close the big, ugly gash in his mouth, and a few more stitches on the outside of his lip just for good measure. 


And so the tradition continues. The Hayes family holiday curse is intact despite our attempt to escape it. On the plus side, there will be no turkey, which means we avoid Turkastrophe 2014. It's still six more sleeps until Christmas Day. I'm seriously considering hiding in a holiday proof bunker next week, just to be safe.