Yesterday we went to Knott's Berry Farm. There was much heated debate on which freeway(s) to go on/get off, etc, but after an extended amount of time on the freeway, we made it. I'm glad we went on a discounted rate since many vendors were closed, and there wasn't much to ride on. The highlight was Snoopy on Ice. We saw the premiere show. Call me krazy and/or emotional, but there were parts of the show that left me teary-eyed. That beagle broke me down. Brought me back to the days of my triple luxe's.
We had Thanksgiving lunch at my mom's. I stuffed myself on dumplings and stuffing. Overstuffed. Glutton. Disgustingly overate. And then did so again for dinner. Little piggy. My poor mom and sisters prepared the meal from early in the a.m. while I was getting my glorified 8 hours of rest. I just can't get up early nor do I like cooking for hours on end. But I do like the feasting. Ashly played with her cousins and has no fear of grandma or grandma like in years past. What a stuffed day.
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