We made a last minute decision to drive up to Pennsylvania to spend Thanksgiving with my family.
It was great to see everyone and so nice to get-away with the hubby.
We arrived late Wednesday night to my aunt's homemade chili.
Thursday morning Bry, Cali and I went for a long walk on their property.
Cali was in leashless heaven and Thanksgiving Day dinner was to die for!
The next day was spent recovering, mowing down leftovers, relaxing and shopping at the Amish.
I'm now the proud owner of gorgeous peacock feathers. $0.50 each!
I was in Christmas heaven and yelled downstairs "!!Merry Christmas!!" when I woke up!
Cali lives for snow and was one happy girl.
We spent that afternoon shopping and lunching in one of my favorite little towns, Ligonier, and Bry pelted me with snowballs every chance he got. Standard.
Although it was still snowing on Sunday morning, we hit the road and headed home.
Cali puked all over my scarf, twice, about 45 minutes into our 8 hour drive.
Her face stunk the whole way home.
Then we hit a deer on the turnpike.
Our 2 month old SUV has quite a bit of damage.
Bry felt awful for killing a deer, but we're all safe... everyone is telling me that's what really matters.
And then, that afternoon, I started to vomit and was sick the rest of the way home.
Too much food? Cali's gross smelling face? Deer image? Car sick?
Regardless, it was a roadtrip from hell, but a wonderful visit with family!