Almost vacation...

It's been a pretty full past 18 hours. Geoff came home from work sick yesterday. He was quite miserable. So Nurse Nellie sprang into action. After scouring the house only to discover our house was cold relief free, I raced to the store and got a wide variety of medicines, soups, juices and a new tooth brush (shout out to Karen!). After feeding and drugging the boy, I put him to bed. He actually ended up sleeping in my bed, so that someone else could hear him cough and drown in the night.

Since I was sleeping in the basement, I asked for a wake-up call for 8:30 a.m. But I ended up with a 7:30 a.m. wake up - as my Dad had discovered that in the night our Thanksgiving groceries had been pilfered from the trunk he left open last night. I can't even imagine of prowling through parking lots hoping for open doors or trunks. They did leave a bag of potatoes and package of paper towels.

But fear not, dear reader, Dad went out this morning to replace the stolen goods. So Thanksgiving hasn't been ruined, yet.