Thanksgiving we woke to cold weather, ice on the puddles, and frost on the car. Elizabeth and Suzanne had been hoping for snow, going so far as to perform a snow dance the night before. Undaunted by its failure, Elizabeth used her library card to scrape frost off the car. She collected it in a bowl and we had the world's tiniest snowball fight.
Barb did an amazing job preparing the house and the meal. Patrick, Karen, and Grandma came over. It was a jolly time.
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