It was YUMMY to say the least. As with every turkey dinner I did experience “tryptophan poisoning,” which made it interesting to keep my eyes open while driving home. I didn’t mind as much once I got home and was able to fall asleep within seconds of going to bed.
Today I’m getting ready to take #3 out to do some shopping for the holidays. I haven’t mentioned to him yet that this will also include stopping to get a haircut for him. Shhhh… don’t tell him!
Only about 55 days until Hubby gets home, which is not bad. The kids prefer me to count it down in days rather than seconds. They inform me that the number of seconds is too daunting for them, and ask that I please keep it to days. Due to this I'm not going to go around the house singing "Only 1320 hours! Or 79200 minutes! Or 4,752,000 seconds!" anymore today.