If there is a better fall weekend activity than bundling up and chasing your toddler around the actual field of dreams, I don't know about it.
Also, Happy Canadian Thanksgiving. Were we still in SLC, this occasion would warrant a visit to Chuckarama or someplace similarly awesome/embarrassing. However, since we aren't, and since I am presently hanging out with our kid all day and the excuses are dwindling fast, I shall momentarily attempt to make a substantive meal. Not turkey. Geez. I'm realistic. But the goal is something warm and reasonably tasty. This could get ugly.
Let us pray.
3 comments:
Did you love the Feild of Dreams? Please tell me you took an ear of corn home with you. I have about six.
I would totally love to visit that place. Love to.
And I hope your warm and substantive meal turned out lovely.
I don't even remember how I got to your blog, but the quotations on the side crack me up.
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