Di·chot·o·my: division into two mutually exclusive, opposed, or contradictory groups.
There was a moment of that during our Thanksgiving Day when my girlfriends daughter got up from the table, possibly still chewing on a piece of turkey, because she saw something out the window. She opens the window and begins to toss food out. Don’t worry, it’s not some weird family holiday ritual. We have many backyard critters.
During one of her tosses she turned and said,
“Something is totally wrong with this.”
I had to agree. It’s not every day you get to eat and feed a turkey at the same time.
As an update, the eating turkey survived the horror. I know that because when I went to leave this morning, he was sitting on the front stairs staring at the door. I tried to soothe this somewhat awkward moment but not for a minute did he buy my,
“Wasn’t me, man. I’m a vegetarian.” line of bullshit.