In which I freak out with excitement about enjoying a holiday with people I’m actually related to by blood rather than marriage.
We’re taking a whole week and driving west. For Thanksgiving. Oh yeah.
Early this coming Saturday morning we’ll be loading ourselves, our dogs, and Truck into a vehicle and driving to Colorado, where we’ll invade Ron’s house and drink all his beer and sit in his hot tub and eat take-out from the kick ass little Italian restaurant down the mountain from his place.
After a few days of that, we’ll drive up to Laramie WY (sans Truck, who will stay in CO) where I will have Thanksgiving dinner with my own mother and brother for the first time in close to twenty years. It’ll be so awesome! I can’t express how geeked out I am at the prospect, and Jay-rob Jethro‘s so excited he’s called me about the whole thing at least three times.
The Saturday after turkey day, we’ll get back in the vehicle and drive home. (The house will probably have been invaded by rodents in our absence, and we’ll have to enter shooting.)
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Sounds like a great trip. Enjoy the trip home!! I’ll be off to Europe this TG.
Gregg
That’s so kewl that you get to do turkey thingy there. We don’t have it here obviously. 🙁 Drive safely!
Family schmamily. Wouldn’t you rather come to DC to help me move? Really. I’m serious. It’ll be LOADS O’ FUN!
I guess not. *sigh*
Have a GREAT TRIP. *smooch*
That sounds like great fun!
at first glance i thought your house was going to be invaded by robots. enter shooting. hehehaw. i think i just made my own day.
Rodents, robots, whatever. They all shit on the counter eventually.
Let me know when you’re passing through Colorado. I’d love to see you and the Brett-ster! I can hop up to Ron’s place in no time, he’s fifteen miles away from me.