This year Thanksgiving was all about
clearing the icicles from the roof,
finding Grandmama's decorative toys,
and chasing "Uncle" Ben's ducks in the mud.
We got home yesterday and today was spent cleaning, organizing meals and groceries and doing loads of laundry.
Why is it that even though I do all the possible laundry I can before I leave and while I am at my mom's, that I still come home and put together enough dirty laundry to keep my machines busy for a day and half?
I am so glad I have those machines.
And I am glad I have the people around that dirty the laundry in the first place.