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Rexburg. Synonymous with cold. Seriously; don’t believe me, go look it up. It’s not really all that cold outside right now—a mere 30° F … but somehow it feels colder. When we got here on Wednesday it was 24° but it didn’t feel this cold. Must be all the turkey.

So we’re all up at Grandma and Grandpa’s for Thanksgiving. We left very early on Wednesday—so early in fact, that no one thought we had really left yet. I mean, really, we’re Snyders, for goodness sake. We never leave for a trip on time. Once in my youth, I think we were two days late. Yes, days. (more…)

Well, we atoned for our day out, Friday; we schlepped the kids up to Swiss Days, and convinced my sister-in-law and her husband that they, too, wanted to experience Swiss Days. With a herd of kids.

I got to get my leather-bound book; we got to eat more <ahem> “Swiss” food; and the kids got to spend their September allowance on bags of marbles at the hand-made games booth (I don’t think any of them had the cash in their hands longer than twenty seconds, some literally two seconds—from my hand to theirs, to the booth-keeper’s). No one died; there were no kids lost in the making of the expedition (although two crashed and fell asleep towards the end); and some of the kids learned to bus surf on the way back to the parking lot.

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For the first time since … well, actually, I think it’s the first time ever, we went to Swiss Days in Midway—as a couple. Without any kids!

It was a nice change.

We didn’t have to deal with strollers. We didn’t have to deal with diapers. We didn’t have to deal with runny noses, lost kids, or panicking shop-holders.

It was a very nice change.

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