This sign was posted on the front door of our office…which you reach after you’ve walked across the parking lot covered in a sheet of ice. “Genius”.
Speaking of danger zones, tomorrow morning first thing we are hopping on a plane with you know who to fly to Boston.
To say that I’m nervous would be an understatement.
Also, fun Thanksgiving fact I just learned from a friend (who happens to be an amazing beer critic/writer/I’m not sure what her official title is), the pilgrims landed on Plymouth Rock instead of continuing down to Virginia, their intended destination, because they ran out of beer. Seems perfectly logical to me.
Have a happy, healthy, warm Thanksgiving.