Went to the Highland Lodge tonight for supper with the kids. Simple, yummy fare and a foos ball table just can't be beat on a winter's night.
On our way home, we turned up the tunes and sang until our voices cracked. The kids wrestled in the back seat, best they could with seat belts and car seats (a damn nuisance, I'm sure) and it was a grand drive home. The night is crystal clear, the temp is minus 12 and the fire is roaring in the front room. Good to be home with full tummys and faded tunes in our heads.
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