No doubt you all recall my great dilemma of 2014. Well, you guys will never believe it. But I took care of business. I ripped off the bandaid.
I thankfully received some incredibly helpful advice from readers:
Oh for cryin' out loud! If you can't throw it out, then just eat it already. If it makes you sick and you throw up, then you'll get to see it again and I'm sure that will make you happy since you seem to have fallen in love with that dumb turkey leg.
No, wait—that's not it...
I liked this helpful part where my mom said it wasn't my fault:
Hobo Siren—Truth is, You are NOT to blame. Because yesterday when I cleaned out my truck, I found a large paper bag of costly refrigerated groceries that came out of my old apartment. I'm sure you well remember that apartment, it was the one you cleaned & helped me vacate on March 31, which was only 22 days ago!! So the real problem here is, You just did NOT pick your Mom & Dad very well, ha!!!!
So I think that takes care of the problem, right?