That is the sound of my weekend flying by. I honestly can’t believe it’s already Monday morning and not still Sunday. It’s not like I did anything all that great this weekend, either. Mostly it was taken up with errands and back-to-school business and family stuff. There was a trip to the dentist and some school shopping and knitting and a wee bit of family drama. I did manage to squeeze in some time with friends last night and that was great.
The sad thing is that I didn’t take any pictures of any of this and I thought I’d have nothing. Then I remembered that we went to the Marshfield Fair the other night and I took pictures there. You’re going to love these pictures. They aren’t of sheep or knitting crafts or food. They aren’t of people or rides or attractions. Nope, they are all of something very near and dear to my heart
I just know you all understand.