
So we’re here. In Wyoming. Cheyenne to be exact. Last time we were here it snowed. I don’t get around snow too often, so it was a bit like Disneyland. This will be our first Thanksgiving in Chey-town–Lil W’s first Turkey day with a house full of cousins. And while I always tease Ben about his small-town upbringing, and about how you can actually look out the window to see cows grazing while shopping at the mall, and how we can’t go anywhere without people recognizing THE {…Read More…}

























