Categories: Small Town Stories
Our Saturday view. The temperature is up to 25 degrees in the positive integers, so we’re taking a drive to get some groceries.
When you think you’re being a wimp and then you look at the thermometer and realize you were right….it is colder than a goose’s backside in the Alberta mountains.
My life caught in one screen. It’s a sprinkle of messy drizzled onto a large slice of beautiful.
If I’m quiet for a couple of days, this is why. I’m working on the finishing touches of this sweet story. She thinks he’s Scrooge come to life. He knows she’s a walking, talking Christmas disaster. Together, they’ll make a Christmas miracle.
Y’all. ❤️ We’ve been sleeping, or coughing, wheezing, and enduring through body aches. For days. There isn’t door dash, an open restaurant, or anything like that up here. Which meant even if we recovered, a Thanksgiving meal was a no-go for us. Or-so I thought. The Mario to my Luigi didn’t ask, she just said “Open your door and let me in.” She whisked into my kitchen, unloaded a feast, hugged me, and closed the door behind her. We got Thanksgiving and Christmas on the same day. Now I’m over here happy boo hooing because life has blessed us with a gift we didn’t even think to ask for. Happy Thanksgiving. May it be a day of memories you’ll cherish long after the last slice of pie is eaten.
When you find people who are as goofy as you—hold onto them. If you don’t, they’ll point you out as being the werewolf. Unless you’re the werewolf, then all bets are off. (Sorry-not-sorry, Ashli)
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