Dear Husband, this weekend we watched a movie, ate French toast for breakfast, put Dermabond on River's paw, and spent time with friends watching the Super Bowl. I love life in Lou. Dear No-Knead Bread, you came, you rose, you conquered. Thanks for invading our bellies and for reminding me that delicious doesn't have to be complicated. Dear Substitute Teaching, I made two mistakes my first day: neglecting to check the school cancellation schedule and forgetting to bring my sled. #snowday Dear Timothy James, thanks for shoveling sidewalks, scraping cars before work, and taking out the recycling. You're amazeballs.
Happy Monday, brave ones! I hope your weekend was restful and marked by some of your favorite childhood memories. Growing up we went sledding at a place called Suicide Hill. If you made it as far as the train tracks you gained instant street cred. Where was your favorite place to go sledding as a kid?