To Grandmother's House We Go

Tomorrow, I leave for Tennessee to visit my grandparents. This will be the first time in seven years or so that my family has actually left the Chicagoland area for the Thanksgiving holiday. Usually, we celebrate with my dad's side of the family, where I get to explain to my cousins that Thomas Jefferson was not the first president. Or "the light bulb guy." Fun times.

I'm really looking forward to this weekend, even though it could mean disastrous things for my NaBloPoMo streak. I get to hang out with my parents, my brother, and my grandparents in the coziest house on the planet. It's literally over the river and through the woods, and it is always fully stocked with cookies and pies and a warm fire. My mom and my grandma will play Scrabble while my brother and I eat pancakes for breakfast. My dad will pass on computer knowledge to my grandpa in return for book recommendations and other mysterious "grandfatherly wisdom." At some point, the girls will head out for a day of shopping while the boys go shoot arrows into the woods.

If I ever decide to come back, remind me to tell you about the time I cried myself out of a getting a detention. Or the time that Comic Sans made me cry in church. Or any other story that tickles your fancy. Otherwise, have a great Thanksgiving weekend, y'all!