Saturday morning we set out for a little small town, red neck fun.  In a rural town 15 miles south of us, they celebrate Mule Day (used to be the day of the year everyone took their mules to town to sell or trade).  There is a parade and little festival.  I miss the small town festivals from my Ohio hometown and Steve always enjoys a good southern story to share with our northern friends and family.  We loaded up the car and headed south.  We found that everyone else in a 100 mile radius also apparently wanted to attend Mule Day.  We didn’t find a place to park until we were approximately 4 miles away from the parade route.  4 miles in 30 minutes with a double stroller and no sidewalks?  That wasn’t going to happen.  So we aborted that plan and came up with another.

Saturday was the most perfect, gorgeous day so we decided to head to the downtown area of a wealthy community just north of where we live.  It is a great area to window shop.  I spent tens of thousands of dollars mentally.  There were so many neat shops with some amazing items.

I saw a very young (23-ish) bride to be registering at one boutique.  She was declaring to her mother that she definitely needed a particular pair of silver platters.  I chuckled because at 23 I needed paper plates and beer.  At 37, I am still limping through life without silver platters.

I thought these rubber rain/cowboy boots were a hoot.

We had the best pizza for lunch.  Pesto instead of sauce, 2 kinds of mushrooms, jalapenos, and feta.  Yum!

Thinking of Aunt Lulu during our day out.

All of the excitement made Tessa pass out before we even got out of the parking garage.

We returned home to find an invite to a BBQ at a friend’s that evening so after naps we took the girls to hang out with friends.  They ran and played – a great night sleep was had by all!