This was my day: Woke up, made coconut whipped cream and threw in fridge to chill. Put on my jacket, my boots and headed next door to feed the neighbor's dog. Came home couldn't find a thing to wear (to the big event). Husband started laundry pronto! I have a good husband, he does the laundry (because I don't do it right ... fine by me). Son #2 sounded sniffly ... visions of another asthma attack swirled in my head, but no time for thinking about that (had to get to the big event). Pulled mini pumpkin pies out of the fridge, arranged on a platter. Loaded the car. Hit the road.
It was a beautiful morning. A low fog had left every tree branch coated in frozen dew. 90 miles to go—Cheyenne to Boulder—for the big event. Had to stop just across the state line to take some pictures (see above). Drivers probably were mumbling (or shouting) about that nutty, photo-takin' woman.
Back on the road.
Exited I-25 at Longmont, pulled into the parking lot of the church where the big event was being held. Grabbed two platters, camera, purse and whipped cream and made my way into the church ... and there it was, the BIG EVENT.
We ate, we chatted, we ate more. Shauna signed books. I caught up with my dear blogging friend Kelly Brozyna (The Spunky Coconut) and her lovely husband Andy and girls. Psst! Kelly has been writing her second cookbook and it's launching really REALLY soon!
Said goodbyes. Stopped by a couple stores (no kids in tow so why not!?) in search of jeans. No luck. Ate at Mad Greens. Back on the road to Cheyenne (isn't that a country song?). Home to find husband had had enough of the boys. I take over and get them ready for bed.
I count my blessings and remind myself of all I have to be thankful for (this is "thankful" week right?). Husband, children, home, job, health and all you readers of this blog.
And if there are typos in this post, I am thankful that you really don't care. I'm bushed! :)
XOXO and Goodnight!