I’m going to be incoherent, but let’s just blame it on the fact that I’ve crossed three time zones in the last 24 hours and I’m not really sure what day it is.
Except for the part when we almost died because Gretchen screeching-tires stopped square in the middle of the road so that “We don’t live near woodland creatures” His Girl could see some nature.
And on behalf of all of us, let me apologize, Dear Mr. Pickup Driver, for almost helping you meet your deductible all in the name of getting a picture.
But the weekend wasn’t only about almost ending up in traction.
It was about laughter…
Um, yes, that picture would mean that I ate a reindeer sausage.
My apologies to all your children who will be delayed in getting your Christmas presents this year because Santa’s sled-hauling crew’s going to be a man down.
Amber eating one of the top 100 things she’s ever had in her life. A piroshki from Piroshki Piroshki in Pike Place Market.
We call this little concoction Kellie Krack.
Throw peanut m&m’s into a freshly popped bag of popcorn and then just let it sit for a little bit to get melty.
This looks decadent, but we walked five hundred forty seven thousand miles uphill both ways to get to the restaurant, so, no worries, man.
To be continued….
Have a nice day.