If you’re wondering the perfect meal to eat the evening of Thanksgiving, it’s hot dog buns. No hot dogs, just the buns.
I paid him a dollar for a foot rub. It was so worth it.
This guy has been, well, kind of adorable.
The baby is growing. Yes, there’s only one in there. I’m sure.
We’ve had a bit of an ice storm here. Our temps are warm enough to not freeze solid, but cold enough to freeze. The result is not pretty fluffy snow, but ice and sleet and no one can go anywhere. The kids missed school on Friday and church is canceled tomorrow. Other than the obnoxious noise of this many people at home in a very small house, it’s been pretty fun.
I made my Mother-in-law’s chicken spaghetti. It was good.
Today would have been my Mema’s 80th Birthday. She died in June of 2010, a few months before Oliver was born. I dreamed about her right before I woke up this morning. I was at her house, with Oliver and she wanted me to go in the kitchen and find him something to eat. That’s so like her. In this photo, I was pregnant with Alex. He’s 13 now.
Happy Weekend Folks!