Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Oh Little Town

I came home late yesterday because I was at a meeting.  There was a box on the table where we usually set the mail. But I didn't remember ordering anything. I knew my meds were coming today, but the box was too small to be the insulated, refridgerated box they come in and Ethan would have put them in the fridge anyway.

Isn't that the best invitation you have ever seen?
And the best Thanksgiving turkey?
I think I will frame it and hang it forever.

But what could be in the box?

I love my grandbabies
And their mother