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.
momma betty
You would win that prize even if you did have competition for it.
Zannah
Aw.