Home again, home again, jiggidy jig…

And, as Bets pointed out, 10 hours in a car = no fun. Next year, with real jobs under both our belts, hopefully we fly.

Great time was had…much laughter. More food, though. I won’t enumerate either, but it was nearing grotesque and all of it amazingly delicious. My mom’s mashed potatoes really are that good, but nothing comes close to her peanut butter fudge (which comes to us in just a few weeks via Xmas). Mmmmmmm the taste of the holidays.

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