Thanksgiving day dawned sunny and warm. We took the dogs for a walk (during which I found $5, score), cleaned ourselves up and headed to my Mom's. Dinner and visit one down, we travelled on to the Leidy residence, where Mindy and Andy were hosting their first Thanksgiving in their new home. The day was delightful.
|I found five dollars and you did not.|
|This bridge will take us over the creek and through the woods, but not to Grandmother's house|
|Tranquility and coffee to kick off the day|
|These dogs are done too.|
So friends, please cut me some slack if I'm teetering on the edge of sanity as we try to get this shit in check over the next three weeks.
Dear tiny crowbar wielding, demo mask wearing, wall scraping, appliance replacing, searching for salt and pepper shakers amongst the rubble baby Jesus: please let this go smoothly, and let us not kill each other in the process. AMEN.
Back to the grind,
p.s. Dear Lowe's: Your appliance sale was stellar. Thank you.