Last week the Fair was in town. I went on Thursday afternoon with my sisters and Mom. Then on Thursday evening Hubby and I went in the evening with friends. From a calorie standpoint, that was plenty.
My Grandpa had Belgian draft horses and they bring back wonderful family Fair memories.
One of my favorite NW Washington Fair bits is to visit the agriculture display and score some cookbooks.
This year Cheryl was on duty and she let me in the back room to take whatever I could find. Oh my! Yes, that is a butter cookbook. Dairy and potato cookbooks=YUM!
Sam came home this weekend and helped me clean the garage on Saturday. Actually half of the garage. It's a BiG mess and it's going to take two sessions. Cleaning the garage is motorcycle storage payment at our house. {evil laugh, bah hahaha...} This task makes young men want to sell their motorcycles. We found some tiny treasures, little plastic soldiers and holsteins, among other things.
Oh my gravy! Tons of junk. I'm gong to the dump, to the recycling center, the thrift store this week.
Sunday morning Sam brought me a mug of soldiers and sang me a little ditty.
'Best part of waking up... is soldiers in your cup...'
I love That Sam I Am and his wit.
Enjoy your Monday!
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