Actually it was a pile of dirty snow that hadn't melted. There's a story about this but delete was my favorite key. Believe me. I started writing about my trip home this afternoon and deleted the whole thing. I was exhausted after writing it and no eyes should read it. The doggone GPS didn't have a clue.
Santa is a little late but once again, the doggone GPS was trying to take me north. I needed to go east and then south. Doggone GPS.
Mickey Dog was in the car with me and couldn't understand why I was calling him "doggone".
Who is this bearded Santa from the past?
Did I mention that I love my family?
Hope y'all had a wonderful Christmas. My family did.
Love, love.
WW
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