My mom and I usually divide the cooking for Christmas but this year I cooked the whole dinner. My grandfather bought a chicken so I went to prepare it.

Now even though I am on the cusp of middle age I am averse to sticking my hand into dead animal's body cavities. So in preparing the hen to bake I told my husband:
"I may need you in a few minutes because I'm not sticking my hand up this chicken's butt."
"I understand."

So in a few minutes I called for him:
"I need you."
"Okay."

But then I gave myself a pep talk, did some deep breathing, and plunged in.
"That's okay. I did it. Woo Hoo I'm a big girl."
"Yay."