Weekend Dreams

I went in a hot-air balloon this weekend.

Okay....so I almost went in a hot-air balloon this weekend. Kat and I had near adventure after near adventure this past weekend. It was grand! Small-town and large-town festivaling. BBQ pork to spongy, squishy fields. We cursed the low clouds and cheered the excellent pizza. But best of all this weekend was hanging out with Kat and her lovely family at her grandparents' cutest house ever, making an excellent breakfast and eating it on the screened-in porch with birds singing and accompanying us in morning feasting, and watching TWO sets of fireworks with her relatives. Zipping across country roads to make the second set.

I almost went in a hot-air balloon this weekend, but that doesn't matter.