We leave tomorrow for a trip to Oklahoma!
These are some of the things that may happen in our lives next week (that wouldn't normally).
I may catch a fish.
I may see my children shoot a real live gun.
I may see an animal after it has been shot.
I may eat an embarrassing amount of really good food.
I may giggle upon hearing "all y'all."
I may proclaim that Sonic cherry limeades actually taste better in the Midwest.
I may freak out at the sight of a water moccasin and run away, leaving my kids to get eaten by one, I guess.
I may suddenly like jewelry made with turquoise.
I may miss my pillow. And my wiener dog.
I may have a touch of nostalgia upon realizing that everything is wonderfully the same in my grandparents' house. The same smells and photos and furniture. The birdbath, the gravel, the collection of old cologne bottles. OK more than just a touch.
I may fall in love with a real thunderstorm.
I may still go to Starbucks. (C'mon, let's be reasonable.)
I may be with people I don't get to see nearly enough and also really, really love.
Wait, that one is for certain.
Happy Thanksgiving, friends. I'll miss you.