Got to see Gayla! Yea!!! I don't know what the deal is, but...we are somehow cosmically connected, soul mates/sisters or whatever you want to call it. Other than Steven, there is no one else better for me.
Anyway...I'm going back on Saturday to retrieve Ethan. If he makes it that long. He wouldn't even spend the night at Nana's when we only lived 2 miles away! It doesn't matter though...I'll go get him anytime, and he's already made it through this first night just fine.
OH! Funniest thing! We were driving back to San Antonio, and we always stop at Buc-ee's for our bathroom break, snacks, drinks, whatever...and you will never guess who was getting out of her car at the exact same time about 5 spaces down with only one car between us!
Go on...try...
See! I told you you couldn't do it! lol!
Anyway, it was my Aunt Sylvia! My dad's sister who lives in Houston and was driving back home after being in San Antonio for the weekend! And this isn't the first time we've run into her at a crazy place...it happens all the time! Crazy, crazy world!
So, moving right along...my mom has this trunk that has a lot of my grandma's old linens, crocheted things and a bunch of her old aprons-so I was going through all of that. Decided to take pictures of the aprons. Then got a better idea...I would do a 'photo shoot' of Allison wearing the aprons while "mixing" and "cooking" with my mom's old, and I mean like 50 or 75 year old bowls, and old wooden spoons and other kitchen things...like an iron skillet, an old pastry mixer and an old biscuit cutter that my mom's sister made her like 50 years ago out of an old aluminum can that she painted red...no doubt paint that was full of lead that we were exposed to all those years every time we ate biscuits! lol! It really was a lot of fun! But, instead of showing you all the apron pictures...because there are about 25 of them, I'll leave you with this...
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I used to know a guy whose wife hit him full in the face with the bottom of a 12inch cast iron skillet. Knocked him clean out.
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