Are Saturdays just not the best? This one proved no less. We were up and at 'em early to brave the flea market. Bribing G with "treasures" {translation a $2 Thomas the Train that I don't even want to think about the germs it possesses} and listening to every vendor ooh and aah over sweet Baby Jude {he may have gotten his cheeks pinched!}, we made it a few hours and managed to snag a few finds for ourselves. I'm still overwhelmed with how much decorating/rearranging we have to do in this new house {I'm so indecisive!!!}. Spent the rest of the day out in the backyard. Literally. I'm so thankful for gorgeous Nashville weather. Picnic lunch, dirt piles, ladybugs and sticks. Who needs toys? Tucked our boys in bed, mixed up some margaritas and welcomed some friends over for Mexican. Stuffed ourselves silly and ended the night with a porch jam session. Why can't every day be Saturday?
Sounds like my kind of weekend. Love finding unique treasures!
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