Last Monday was one of those days when living far from home really sucked. On my day to day I can usually be in contact with my family and friends back home via phone, text, facebook, whatever and it’s all good. It’s really not that big of a deal. Miss a family dinner here and there, I’m totally fine.
Waking up everyday to the sun shining in my window, getting breakfast in Benji’s mouth as fast as I can, stuffing him in a stroller and heading off to the splash pad. That, my friends, is what I call heaven. I’m easy to please right?
“If you’re in town for Thanksgiving, go down to Main Street on Friday, lots of fun stuff will be going on”, Debbie over at Larsen’s Drug told me when I was sitting with the ladies last week. We were staying in town, not much to do, so I filed that one away. I also heard or saw something somewhere else about some kind of parade at, like 6ish, or something on that same day. Continue reading