We were at Grand Old Days today and I thought I should show you a shot of the best-of-the-best.
Until five hours ago, I didn’t know they made Baby Bjorns for Chihuahuas.
I’m still not entirely sure what the point of Grand Old Days is, beyond walking a ridiculous amount (5 miles) and participating in a slightly watered-down version of the State Fair food-wise (yes, I did the cheese curds). But, the weather here was so perfect that being outside was the only logical choice.
Street-stands and pavement aside, we visited Just Truffles, which is a chocolate shop that’s been featured on Oprah. I picked out a Carmel-Peanut Butter Cup that was probably too expensive, but tasted incredible.
Fast-forward to a brief moment at mi parentes casita (I really hope that means my parents’ house en espanol). Mom is undergoing a purging-phase that involves re-doing my childhood bedroom into a guest room (yes!), downsizing her hat-collection, and yes, getting rid of the Beanie Baby Tree.
Honestly, I’m not quite sure how it managed to make it to 2010. And no, it hasn’t been inhabiting the living room for the last ~13 years, Billy had to bring it downstairs to begin the purge-process. We sibling no-voted the opportunity to put this totem pole from hell on the curb with a “FREE” sign attached. We have to allow our neighbors to allow to maintain some semblance of dignity.
