Meatloaf Is NOT Turkey...

Well, if that headline is any clue, you'll have rightly guessed that I didn't get to have turkey this Thanksgiving. Nope. We had meatloaf. And rice. Not even mashed potatoes. I think I might be slightly traumatized by this. I did get to spend time with my 4 year old nephew which I love. He just got back two weeks ago from a trip to Saskatchewan and told me his favorite thing was laying in the grass and looking up in the sky at the "Milky Waves".


Girls night wasn't quite as eventful as last time but still contained some funny stuff:

• "If you bring your bike to bed, I'm bringing my squirrel!"


• "Did you just say Eskimo? Well, it makes sense. There was an Eskimo in the road."


• "You guys, I'm tipsy. Yay!"

Then I pretty much did nothing for the rest of my weekend due to that stupid fire drill. I'm still recovering. How sick is that? I refuse from now on to go down those stairs unless I can visibly see fire. Cause then it will be worth it.