Tax season is over (well, the BIG part - still have the extensions to get to but they can wait a day or so)....So I decided to go SHOPPING Saturday....
I've lost about 50 pounds and my clothes just don't fit any more and it was TIME to go shopping for new clothes, so I sucked it up and decided to venture off my hill and hit the big city and buy some clothes that fit.... (Did I mention I HATE shopping!!!)
Well, I'm just walking out the door when the phone rings... it's my little Caleb in Shreveport, "Granny come get me, Daddy is being mean!" Ok, a little detour (better than shopping any day - right). Drive to Shreveport, pick up Caleb and then drive to Longview for the shopping (Caleb is always comic relief).
We get to Longview and hit the store Granny has in mind. Caleb finds jewelry that goes with everything and thinks Granny needs it all... (you wouldn't believe at the new ear-rings Granny ended up with). About two hours of getting Granny some "beautiful" new clothes that fit, we meet James and his daughter for FOOD and get our second wind.
Then we go to Wallyworld (Caleb's idea) to look for Granny a beautiful hat to wear to her Red Hatters meetings. Would you believe they didn't have any RED hats, but not to worry. We got a straw hat and lots of things to MAKE it red (flowers, bows, etc - a little assembly required). And I don't know what happened, but a TOY got in our buggy and Granny checked out with that...ummmm..... well, we already had it, so Caleb ended up with that. Imagine that????

We finally made it back to the farm about 9 p.m. and got all our stuff in the house. Caleb called his parents and calmly said, "Granny's credit card was 'smokin'"
so yesterday, I cleaned out my closet so I'd have a place for my new wardrobe and have a NEAT closet for NOW. I have jewelry that matches everything and a brand new hat, so I'm set and don't have to go shopping for a LONG time to come (hopefully). Did I mention that I HATE shopping?
Then idiot son came up with his new gun to show off. It's the biggest waste of money I've ever seen. A .22 with a scope... He put out targets and was showing me how well it was working (he couldn't hit the red side of a blue barn). Of course Granny showed him how to work it, then went and dug out her old civil war .22 (it belonged to his grandmother when she was a little girl) and showed him how to hit the target without all that fancy stuff on it. Think I deflated his little bubble. He forgets from time to time that while mom looks delicate, she can shoot the eye out of a snake at 50 yards. Mom has to remind him periodically.

It's a mother's duty.

Anyhow, hope ya'll's weekend was half as exciting as mine. I slept real well last night cause I was just plum tuckered out.....
Hugs BD