Morgan, Holidazzle and Road Trip Reminiscing

While driving back to Wisconsin my friend Morgan stopped at our house for a couple of days. Of course I made my hash for breakfast.

Someday we're going to open a breakast place called hashtag. We just have to wait for that term to become passe.

Meadow had some books that needed to be returned. Morgan happily tagged along.

We've been going to the Pierre Bottineau Library over in Northeast quite a bit recently.

Afterwards we brought Morgan over to secret Target.

Today's stock wasn't very impressive. We did get Meadow some new boots at least.

I was hoping for sweaters, but nothing really fit right.

When we got home we ate leftovers from the potluck we had hosted the night before for our neighborhood organization.

We never have snacks in our house so whenever they're in our sight we over indulge.

Then we met up with Shannyn, Brent and Eleanor at the Hollidazzle Market in Loring Park.

It was rather boring, but the German ornament tent was cool.

They needed to have less food and more crafty vendors.

The items were impressive to look at. I kept Meadow's mittens on to keep her from touching everything.

I guess Germans put pickle ornaments in their trees.

I was going to ice skate with Meadow, but I wussed out since I was the only one in our group who wanted to.

Since Morgan didn't have skates I didn't want her to feel left out.

No snow and and ice free Loring Park Pond. What a weird December thus far.

There was an ice luminary booth at the Hollidazzle Market. Morgan was interested in the icy globes so at home I showed her how I make them with Bundt pans.

Before going to bed we drank a bunch of local brews and watched a slideshow from our road trip to Albaquerque years back.

It was fun to relive memories and always fun to have Morgan around.

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