It's Hard To Fly With Eagles

Someone wished for turkey for supper, so I bought a turkey.

I was just going to get it in the roaster and into the oven...

But someone (else?) put the roaster on the top of the metal canning shelves in the laundry room.

It's a good place to store it,

But.

I.

Can't.

Reach.

It.

I hate it when a simple task like putting supper in the oven becomes a major operation involving chairs or the fire department or big pointy sticks.

Grrr.