Chuck and I are getting out of town with the kids for Thanksgiving.
It's a good thing. All of my family lives nearby, so we see each other all the time. When the holidays come, we're so sick of each other we're all desperate for an excuse to do something else.
This year our friends in Maryland invited us to their house. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
I'm excited to go south. I'm not so excited about the prospect of sitting in traffic, trapped in a car with two kids under age five, but it'll be an adventure, and if you couldn't tell from my last post (was it really two weeks ago?), I really could use an adventure.
So good-bye for the week. I hope you all have a wonderful holiday. I hope you're fabulously close—or deliciously far away—from your family. If you eat too much, I hope you own pants with an elastic waistband. I hope you're thankful for all the things that are going right in your life, and equally as hopeful about all the things that are going wrong. I don't say that I'm thankful nearly enough on this blog (in fact, sometimes it horrifies me how much I kvetch), but I really am thankful.
(Did you hear that, Mr. Sunshine? Didja?)