I wore these to church this morning, despite the fact Mr. Keller told me they reminded him of his Grandma Nielsen. His great Grandma Nielsen, mind you. Holy goodness, she must have been saucy! Regardless, saucy, old-lady-like, or whatever, I love these tights and always will. So there.
Late Friday night, we took the boys out for warm pie and a giant scoop of ice cream. It was windy and cold and blew in a small storm, making Saturday morning extra cozy.
Yesterday, I managed to put our bedroom back together from last weekend's paint fest. We have a few more pieces of furniture to put finishing touches on and I'll be glad when it's all organized and done. Messes like this throw me into OCD overdrive.
Last night we drove to Logan to have dinner at the Coppermill with all the Kellers. We wrangled our two boys for over two hours while we ate and visited, and except for a few scratches, spankings, and baby poop on my pearl cardigan, we (parents and children combined) managed to come out relatively unscathed. What a rodeo, and what a good time!
A good weekend, even. Dinner's cooking, elastic pants are on, and there are plans for cookie making in the near future. Life is good.
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Dear November twelfth: since I missed you yesterday, here you go:
I cannot believe how perfect the skyline is on the drive from here to Preston. Yesterday, I was grateful for it. I love my Idaho mountains! I love them a thousand times over! Here it's home for me. I think I'll never leave.
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