We'll have a blue (Tarheel Blue, of course), Christmas without you.
Got here Sunday after two plane trips that have officially made me aviophobic. The man across from me got a kick out of my death grip on the arm rest, I'm sure. But, never let them see you sweat (and boy did I).
George is almost half a decade now. The big 0-4! Felt like she was 3 for half a decade, so it's kind of hard to believe. Rest assured Cowboy Grandpa, SHE HAD A PARTY. We ate at Fuller's, (check out the price on that side of fatback!), the greatest thing since sliced Merita. Plates full of mac n cheese, collards, butter beans, chicken and pastry, and fried chicken and cornbread. mmmm....hmmmm!!!! I only made it through 2 plates, so I told Jason he owed me another visit. Lastly, we watched The Tale of Desperaux (please don't read the book if you see the movie, you'll be so sad).
Santa comes to The Cowboy Grandparents this year. I'll have to tell you what he brought in January. Don't show up and play with our toys before we do, please.
P.S. enjoy the generic pics for a while. I don't have access to a card reader. ;(
