Every year we go to my grandparents’ farm for Thanksgiving. It snowed on us on Friday! We had about two inches that stuck through the night and into Saturday. We’ve done Thanksgiving there my whole life, and I don’t remember it EVER showing.
Being a born-and-bred Texas girl, this was me.
My favorite part of the weekend, besides the snow, was the FOOD. Oh, heavens. You see, the farm is 8 miles from the nearest town and forty miles from the nearest fast-food joint. SO, that means that literally every meal is home-cooked, and nary a salad in sight. I’m terrified of weighing in at Weight Watchers this Thursday. I might have been okay, but my grandmother made the best chocolate cake in the world. Actually, she made TWO of them. *sigh* It’s like heaven on a fork.
Jet’s favorite part was playing with my aunt and uncle’s labrador retriever, Zach. Being a good retriever, Zach LOVES to chase after things that have been thrown specifically for that purpose. Being a good three-year-old boy, Jet loves to throw things. They’re a match made in heaven!
All in all, it was a great weekend. However, my (22-year-old) baby brother gave me his head cold. Since he’s bigger than I am now, I can’t exactly beat him up for doing it. I can’t even hold him down and tickle him anymore. I was telling one of my students about this, and she told me that this is his way of getting back at me.
She’s probably right. 🙂