The simple version of the start of our holiday is this:
I ate cookie dough for breakfast.
Derek only had a half day of work so we hit the road by nap time. Perfect.
We got to our destination and found an Aunt and some Uncles. Happy Boys!
And Debbie, my mother-in-law, and I got to work in G'ma Jan's kitchen (in her absence since they weren't home) on our contributions for the Thanksgiving meal to take to G'ma Neva's the next day.
Then we went to bed to get some rest before Thanksgiving Day!
The cheeto's weren't, like, an ingredient, were they?
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm so thankful someone else indulges in cookie dough for breakfast from time to time.