I wish I was here. Morning walk in Joliet. |
It was a fantastic and wonderful time. It was two and a half days of card games, laughter, 3pm pajamas, homemade cappuccinos, cheese disguised as broccoli (that would be a Midwestern casserole) eggnog, labradoodles, a turkey-trot, microbrews, spicy-fried chicken, Poor Boy sandwiches, seconds, and of course, Turkey (pass the dark meat). The best part about spending Thanksgiving in Joliet, though, was the absolute feeling of welcome and love I received. Thank you Pluth Family for giving me some time away and providing a remedy to homework blues.
No comments:
Post a Comment