It was my first time driving, and between C and I the 1 hour trip was lengthened threefold and I also ran our poor minivan into a wall and dented the fender up. Whoops!
The event itself is the first of two to happen in Minooka, and if you have a choice, you ought to go to Dollanger instead of Heaps. The battlefield here was absolutely tiny, which all the menfolk were grumpy about.
|Me, with a pilfered Anne jacket. V v cold.|
My poor dress also needed a fair amount of TLC, given how much we ran around in the dirt and frolicked.We also made a midday Walgreens butter run so we could cook our stew-
|actively being able to believe that it's not butter|