Thanksgiving

This year, like last, we made the trek to Rexburg for Thanksgiving. This year, unlike last, it was cold and there was snow. When I checked the weather forecast before we left, I told Mr. Frisby that I might die there. He assured me that I would not and, indeed, I made it home intact. But, I was cold. This year, unlike last, we did not take any pictures. Fortunately, Mr. Frisby's sister took a picture of our one exciting outing. My father-in-law took me for an airplane ride in this bad boy (that's us taking off):



Can you see it? I know, it's small. There were only two seats in that airplane and it was awesome!

This year, unlike last, we saw a moose. Two, actually. We saw one crossing the street near the house. And as we drove by, we looked over at it and there was another one. Two moose! Moosen. Worth the trip, I think.

And that was pretty much the excitement for the trip. The rest of our time was spent bowling, miniature golfing, playing cards, seeing a movie, playing more cards, eating, sleeping, etc. We had a great time just relaxing and spending time with family. We even spent a few days in Utah to visit with my family there. Mr. Frisby got to attend his first BYU football game while I went shopping with my sisters. What a lovely vacation!