I enjoy Thanksgiving. I do. The only problem with it is that I eat Thanksgiving dinner three different times in less than a one week span. While an annual consumption of large quantities of turkey, stuffing, veggies, and DESSERT is okay, thrice is getting a bit excessive. My bathroom scale says so.
But really, if you have to complain, having too much food has to be the best problem ever. I’m very blessed.
Erin and I were supposed to have coffee over the weekend, but our schedules didn’t work. This makes me sad. I’m hoping the longer break at Christmas affords more opportunities.
The hubby and I are looking at a house. I don’t want to say too much or get too excited because of all the things that could go wrong, but I will say that it’s a big fixer-upper in a great location, and I’m praying that everything works in our favor. Kind of like the Titans game tonight – came back from a 21 point deficit to win the sucker. Hell yeah.
