Bee-utiful Day

It was one of those heavenly days and we were off to Springs Pa. for the Springs Folk Festival.  I'll have to admit..  

Last years festival was better.  

Why?  Two words.  

Bees and heat.  

One of my favorite things to do is stop at the many yard sales along the way.  My #1 mission today was to find a crib set for the new baby.   I purchased the sweetest crib set for just $3 at the very first yard sale.  Then the bees chased me to my car.

 I found a very nice pack n play for $10 and a like-new car seat for $8.  And much more!   Yard-sale wise..  

today was a big success!

We only stayed at the Festival long enough for me to get my favorite...  a slice of homemade bread with apple butter.  I traded the usual hot vegetable soup for homemade ice cream.  

I pretend to be having fun, when really I was contemplating whether I should put my jacket back on and die of heat stroke, or let the bees have their way with me.

Gary had a burger and fries...

We made a bee-line for the car to get away from the bees.

Pun intended.

I don't suppose this is for me??
I guess it's all about the new baby now...  Whatever.

Ugh!

I almost forgot to wish my sister a happy birthday today.  So while my daughter Lindsey was here with Rissi, I decided to call her so we could all sing to her over speaker phone.  When she picked up the phone, she sounded like she was getting a cold.  In unison we sang loud and clear, knowing that this would make my sister very happy!  

First a belly laugh.  Then a thank you.  Then, "I really appreciate this...  But it's not my birthday."  

  I was sure today was the right day.  

"Lindy?"

"No, this is Lena.  I think you have a wrong number.  But I really enjoyed the song..."  Another belly laugh.  

I checked my phone to see...  

It looked like the right number.  

Gary yelled from across the room, "Well, happy birthday to you whenever your birthday is..."  More laughter.  

After I apologized, the stranger on the other end assured me that there was no need to apologize.  We had made her day.

 I had punched in a 9 instead of a 0.  Oops.

So I punched in the right number this time.  Busy.. busy..busy.

Sorry, Lindy but you're birthday wish went to somebody else this year.  

Dear Diary,

The Cupcake Carrier does not share like she used to.  Mom says it's because the novelty has wore off.  I don't know for sure what that means..  All I know is, I let her take me for a walk through the house and I even pretended to enjoy it and she still refused to give me a potato.  

My only hope is in this new one that Lindsey's going to be bringing home soon. Hopefully she won't know nothing about novelties or things like that.  Cookie crumbs are my favorite thing in the world.  Gracie.

whadayathink

LaVale's tennis courts are just minutes from our home.  It's a great time for Gracie because I can set her free to run and chase balls and sniff corners with no fear of her running away (or getting fleas *crossing fingers*.    It doesn't give Hub or me much exercise though, so tonight we decided that while she was running here and there and everywhere... we would walk around and around and around the courts. 

 She stopped in her tracks and gave us the weirdest look!  

Dear Diary,

Mom and Dad are strange.  Oops.  I guess I shouldn't say that since they were nice enough to take me to the tennis courts tonight to run.  We stayed for a long time.. longer than usual..  because - (get this..) they were walking hand in hand around in circles.  I couldn't get them to go home.  So I ran, chased balls, and ran some more.  When I got home mom asked me, 'gracie, why are you licking your pads?'  Ha!  whadayathink goofus sweet caring mom...  My paws hurt!  *Yawn*.  

So tired.  Going to bed.  Gracie.