Farmers Market at 7 am. Pork Tamales never tasted so good. The salsa burned down my throat and woke me like no coffee could. Peonies, roses and sunflowers, big bang for small bucks.
Pack the car. Do we need a tent? Probably not, sleeping bags are a must, and the air mattress, who knows if we will make it back tonight. Stanley freshly dressed with attitude, just needs a collar change. Don’t forget the crate, or food.
Feed the cats, not like they would starve if we forgot.
Outfit for party- I never did get new shoes for the party, I got three pairs of fun useless shoes. Damn DSW.
Be there by noon at the latest.
WTF! The weather guys have said nothing but “It’s gonna be a beautiful/ gorgeous/ lovely weekend”—I’m glad we have a tent and plenty of space inside. Maybe by weekend they meant Father’s Day?
OK. It’s go time. Let’s see if we can pull this off. I hope 30 lbs of pork is enough.