The weekend that was supposed to be

It was a busy weekend with lots of kids stuff. We were going here and there and driving places and squeezing in meals. I knew this in advance and was okay with no estate sale shopping and lounging about.

But then I took a wrong turn to the baseball field and someone who is six and spends her car rides reading signs read one that said yard sale this way. Not needing any more convincing than that we drove up with me promising the baseball player I'll be just a minute. True to my word I only stayed long enough to hand the two dollars over for the picnic basket and skip back to the car.

Sometimes wrong turns are so right.

On Friday I found some pretty linen towels. The woman thought I could use them as rags. Yeah Fo Sho. Doesn't she know I will clean and iron them and put them on their proper place on the shelf with all the other linens? The funny thing is the clutch went in my car on Friday and was worried about making it home but managed to stop and buy something and still make it home. Pretty talented, eh?

And then if all that wasn't happiness enough I came home on Saturday to find a box of lovely things from Jemm. Thank you, Jemm! I love everything...especially the flower! I'm wearing it right now--you are so kind!*please note I respectfully cropped out any iota of cleavage and the big red mole on my neck.

I hope you are having a happy, happy Monday. Because as I just told my youngest I can't be happy if you're not happy.