tucson holidays

Somehow it's hard to feel like it's actually Thanksgiving when Rusty and I are driving around Tucson, it's 77 degrees, and we have the top down on the 'stang.

Actually, scratch that. This is how holidays should be done. Screw being cold. I want to do every holiday like this. Snow is for chumps.

Hmm, now I know it's Coziahr family holiday. My grandmother made a reference to wanting to die.

In reference to taking her heart/ulcer/blood pills before dinner:

"Oh, it won't do anything bad if I don't take those pills. I wish it would."

Yeay, family!