After nearly 10 hours in the car yesterday, I finally made it home and back to my own bed. It was so great to spend time with my family, but I'm happy to be home. I managed to drive over 900 miles with a mere warning ticket for speeding, so I'm thankful for that, especially since I couldn't manage to find my proof of insurance.
We had turkey, dressing and all the trimmings on Thursday in Temple. Unfortunately, Jen wasn't able to join us since she worked 7 a.m. 'til 7 a.m., but Lon and I did take her a take-out box and watched part of the Cowboys game with her and her cowboy-boot-wearing doctor friend. Oh, and I saw a 900-pound woman. Made me wish I'd eaten less pumpkin pie and whipped cream.
Brady spent Wednesday night in the hotel with Granny and me, with Peyton taking his turn on Thursday. I was shocked, but Peyt made it the entire night with no tears and no requests to go home.
I've spent most of the day in bed, sleeping in and then taking a nap. Dinner's in the crock pot, but with the house cleaned and the halls decked, all there really is to do is laundry. And rest.
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Darn it, Lori! I just put this as my background... you have great taste :) Will continue searching.
Glad you and Granny made it home safe and sound. Granny is still alive, right?
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