So, our daughter was home with us Friday evening which was fairly uneventful with everyone being tired by the end of the week, and son playing basketball. He is now learning the hard way how braces and an arm to the face don't go well together. He spent the weekend nursing the inside of his mouth which got a bit torn up by his braces.
When I got up on Saturday morning, I was greeted by this:
|looking to the north|
|looking to the south|
When I was grocery shopping Saturday morning with my daughter, I saw what I can only describe as my own personal Christmas nightmare.
Anyway, the rest of the weekend was spent with close friends, eating my first ever whole chicken I made in a crockpot (pretty good, very moist!), and driving my daughter back to her university town , thankfully on cleared roads with not much snow in the air.
In which category are you? Love or hate fruitcake?