Earning it
An early Thanksgiving report:
I’m trying to earn my Thanksgiving dinner. Molly and I ran our own private 5K this morning. I inadvertantly made it harder by suggesting we take that turn over there. Yeah, so we went downhill. A lot. Steeply. The only way back was to climb up. So our thighs were burning, but maybe that means less stuffing will stick to them. Then I helped Sean shovel a neighbor’s driveway (they’re out of town), so that counts as a good deed AND more calories burned (big driveway and wet snow). I feel virtuous. OH, and then I ran to the store for my mother-in-law to get bread and ice. I would like to win Daughter-In-Law Of The Year again.
Bring on the turkey and stuffing and green bean casserole and sweet potatoes, please. I’m ready.