chili in our conductor hats and watched a movie at the Loerke Drive-In theater. Thomas the train says, "Toot, Toot." Dear Burlap, your possibilities are endless. Thanks for being my catnip. Dear Crockpot Baked Apples, you were packed with cinnamon and a fist pump of apple cider. Bonus points for making our house smell like Vermont. Dear Husband (who always gets two letters), yesterday you used our climbing gear to help hang Christmas lights with Mack. This was once again proof that I married the right man. Over and out.
Happy freaking Monday, Homies! What are your plans for Thanksgiving? Tim and I leave on Thursday for Tulsa. Maybe we'll catch some of you at Utica Square?