Every year we make the trek to Arizona for Thanksgiving. We come for the food (our loved ones), and stay for the company (our family).
In case you were thinking food means a cornucopia of Turkey, Mashed Potatos and Stuffing, you are sadly mistaken. It actually means a straight week of Mexican food, the kind that is not offered elsewhere, especially here in Northern California. 
The week was littered with many fun activities. We saw relatives that we hadn't seen in years, we played our new favorite game "Ticket to Ride" with everyone, we took rides in Grandpa Biggs souped up 67 Camero, and dragged Grandpa Skinner to the racetrack to burn a few laps.
All in all, there was much to be thankful for!
2 comments:
I am bummed we didn't get to see you while you were here..next time for sure!!
Sounds like you had fun, I was also bummed we didn't get to see everyone. Although I was having a really nice time in Mexico where I was having the REAL Mexican food. Yummy!
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