After two hours, I have finally defrosted enough to blog.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
We went to our town's annual high school football game this morning and it was FREEEZING.
We bundled up and brought a blanket, but it wasn't enough.
The wind could not be stopped.
Which was a shame, because the game was actually pretty good. Our team never wins and yet by half-time, they had managed to even up the score.
And if you think that's amazing (and you will, if you live in our town) check this out:
I got a photo (albeit blurry) of the elusive teenager in his outside habitat.
It's amazing, I know.
The kids and I stayed until half-time and then we left.
I couldn't feel my feet, my hands felt like blocks of wood and I was shivering uncontrollably.
The children weren't much warmer.
The woman sitting behind me must have thought we were out-of-staters because at one point she told me that "in New England, you learn to bring multiple blankets."
Which I already knew, thank you very much.
I may not be a true New Englander but I've lived here long enough to know the basics.
Gordy stayed behind and watched the entire game..... and here's the real kicker: Our town WON! In overtime, no less. I've probably been to watch our high school football team a handful times, but they never win. I'm slightly disappointed that I missed the victory celebration at the end.
Next time, I'll bring more blankets and wear more layers and the team will probably lose.
I hope everyone has a great Thanksgiving. We're celebrating with a late dinner this year and one that is turkey-free. I'll share photos with you all later.