White Thanksgiving


I don’t know about Frank Sinatra, but I was dreaming about Kyle last night, not a white Thanksgiving.  But lo and behold! I woke up to flurries outside my window.

*Note: This does not mean I like snow! I hate it.  But on Thanksgiving? Something worth blogging!

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