Summer day four

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Summer day four!

I had an old friend come into town… we’ve been friends for… jeez… um… maybe 15 years? I’ll have to ask her.  Anyway, she used to be my pottery class partner, co-worker, traveling buddy and thrift shopping and flea marketing partner. We had a falling when I first met my now husband… and man, I’m so glad all that is behind us. I missed her a lot.

Now, we’re both moms and yesterday we hit up a little mom and pop breakfast place with our kids in tow. It’s funny, I think the last time we were at a restaurant together we were having Long-Island Iced Teas…

Instead we’re cutting up pancakes for our kids… I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

I tell you, there’s nothing like a good biscuit and a good friend…

Afterward, we treasure hunted at World Thrift, biding our time while the kids got restless in the shopping cart. The shopping cart quickly became a train/semi truck that had to keep moving so the inhabitants didn’t become restless. It almost tipped when my daughter saw an array of brightly colored “booby’holders” (AKA bras) and tried to move in for closer inspection.

Nothing like a nearly tipped over cart to get your blood pumping. Which, was probable needed after that biscuit.

After we parted for the afternoon, I had to go marketing because we NEEDED grapes. Nothing beats frozen grapes in the summer, you know… Once  the hubs came home, we  went to a local park to watch the boats & smell dead fish.

Really.

There was this big dead stinky fish that had washed up. I think I burned my olfactory space with the stench. 😛

That’s it for summer day four. Dinner was pork chops and rice. I made my own cream of mushroom soup for it- mainly because I was too lazy to go back to the store.  I cooked it in the toaster oven, too. Mainly because the big oven makes my house a sauna.  True story.

Today’s adventures are Father’s day crafts with the kids and a stroll to the splash ground that’s in my neighborhood.

 

 

 

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