I meant to write something yesterday but then we decided to spend one more night in Bryan and went to eat Mexican food and I fell into some sort of food coma and that was, literally, all she wrote.
Our original plan was to head home on Monday afternoon, but it was cold and raining outside and there wasn’t really anything to rush home for other than a trip to the grocery store to buy various things for our Thanksgiving food responsibilities and that was easy enough to put off for one more day.
And so we left early Tuesday morning after we made a stop for gas and a stop at Chick-Fil-A for chicken biscuits and a stop at Starbucks for a peppermint mocha. Basically, we left the city limits about an hour after we originally got in the car. But we aren’t pioneers. This isn’t a bare bones operation. We are a people with travel comfort needs.
When we finally arrived back in San Antonio, we dropped Gulley and the boys off at their house (You will be relieved to know that Will made it home with no carsickness issues.) and Caroline and I got home and I began to unpack suitcases and do laundry. You know you’ve had a relaxing vacation when your laundry basically consists of nothing but pajama pants and some fleece tops.
And then I began to make a list for the grocery store. I will be there later today. Possibly fighting someone for the last can of pumpkin pie filling. If you don’t hear back from me by Friday, just know that I loved you all very much.
I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving filled with all the people and food you love!