Greetings from our luxurious trailer in Glenrose, TX! Considering that our other option was to sleep in sleeping bags on the living room floor with Cary's little brothers, I am feeling very grateful for our temporary abode. We're staying at Cary's aunt and uncle's house for Thanksgiving and they were kind enough to set up their trailer for us. Actually, this trailer is pretty dang sweet. It's got a nice big bed, it has a working toilet and shower, nice and cool, and most importantly, there are no seven-year-olds sleeping on my face. It's parked underneath a big tree, and aside from the momentary terror that jolted me awake and caused me to hallucinate people with guns breaking into the trailer every time an acorn fell on the roof, I slept like a baby.
In exciting Abby news, on the way up here she barfed up a giant chunk of yellow rubber, origins unknown. She didn't have any toys back there, and she'd been sleeping the whole time, and suddenly she yacked up this giant hunk of something, looked very pleased with herself, and zonked back out. Freaky animal. She is in heaven up here. Tons of room to run, and lots of wild cats that get in the trees and taunt her. And yesterday we discovered the joys of Abby chasing around a laser pointer. Hilarity.
You know what my favorite part about blogging is? Not having to transition from topic to topic. I can just jump right on over to discussing Christmas. I made Cary decorate the tree with me on Friday and I donned my festive Christmas pajamas pants with accompanying grandma-sequined christmas sweater vest. I found my camera charger, and I have a photo, but the cord that plugs my camera into the computer apparently needed to take a break from being a part of my life. He'll come back... they always do... Anywho. I am trying very hard to get the Christmas ball rolling, but this is my first Christmas season that I have worn shorts for. It is still hot in Del Rio and that is messing with my Christmas state of mind. But the Christmas tunes are pumping, the tree is decorated and we have tickets to fly to Utah to ensure that I get my white Christmas.
I really like my life. I have an amazing family, I married into an amazing family, my husband is cute, even when he is snoring, and I am so incredibly blessed. I love Thanksgiving. I should hop on the bandwagon and make a list of all of things I'm grateful for, but this blog is already very lengthy and boring, so I'll save that one for another day this week.
I really don't have anything monumental to post about. As usual I woke up insanely early on a day that does not require doing so, and as usual my husband is happily comatose in our bed as I try to pass the time until he can wake up and entertain me. Maybe I'll just go stand over him and stare until he wakes up.