So, first there was a lingerie shower. Amy gets married in two weeks! Can I just clarify for all the scared-i-cat woman out there who go to lingerie showers that lingerie does not equal pajama bottoms and a tank top? Let's get some lace and racey up in the house. Thank you. This has been a public service announcement.
Line up of bride and bridesmaids. I didn't get the memo about white pants. Oops. And, look how tall I am. Thank you platform heels.
Second, there was a play date with Scout and Connor. They love each other. Adore each other. Scout deals with Connor rolling on her, pulling on her ears, grabbing handfuls of fur all for the dropped vanilla wafers, teddy grahams, and driblets of milk.
I tried to warn Connor about his precious stuffed animal lion. Scout believes that any stuffed animal in the house belongs to her and well, up to this point, it has. However, there was no foul play during this play date due to the number of cookies that Scout was able to consume before I got to them and then promptly threw up.
Next, the garden!!! Ahh, look at this glorious plot of land. The soil is the rockiest soil you could imagine, but I'm begging it to produce something yummy for me to eat. Come on watermelon! Come on tomatoes! Come on cucumbers, peppers, squash, and zucchini!
Scout ran a few obstacle courses through the garden and then sniffed around the tomato plant. I think she was trying to figure out what I was so excited over...
Do you see it?
Do you see this one!?! Fry up the bacon. Slather a little mayo on toasted bread. Wash the crisp lettuce. The tomatoes are a growin'! See you for supper. That's what we call it down here in the deep South.
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Ah, supper. BSC broke me of that. I always had supper until I went to BSC. :-)
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