So today is Thanksgiving . . . and . . . we . . .are . . in . . . VEGAS!
Dave and I are not particularly the best planners when it comes to vacations, trips, or jaunts to the grocery store, really. There is a reason I know the greeters at Walmart by name, and they know mine.
But this trip, oh yeah, Dave totally booked us a room 2-weeks early! THAT DOES NOT HAPPEN.
So this room, no, make that, this fancy-pants room, is beautiful! Just being in it has completely taken over Dave and he is insisting on only speaking in an English accent. Totally fine with me, because, you know, that just means he has to call me by my full name, Elizabeth, and tonight, he is definitely going to use silverware.
Right now Mr. England is laying on the silky, embroidered with gold, carpet next to me while I type. It is pouring rain outside (I know, I know, IN THE DESERT!), and we are listening to our 4 little babes snoozing.
Alex is huffing, Sammy is cuddled in a ball, Abby is passed out like a sloppy drunk, and Trent is buried in blankets, exposing only his cherub face to the world.
We are warm, cozy, happy, and together.
I have much to be giving thanks for.
Gobble Gobble!
