I promise I try to wear shirts that are solid, with no floral pattern anywhere in sight. But I fail every time! I fail miserably!
But I have to be me.
(I’m selling that black one in the Merc! I already got them in, and I had to put one on my own tab. I’m already in debt to myself! This whole mercantile store idea could be dangerous for me…)
They go home Friday and I imagine they’ll need a nap!
Or maybe I’m projecting. Maybe I’m the one that’ll need a nap.
Actually, there’s no maybe about it.
As I posted on Instagram, most of the kids are now driving fire trucks and getting along just great, even though they sometimes need Marlboro Man to tell them whether to head north or south, and when to head to the pond to fill up the water tank.
Todd will probably be driving a truck next year.
This blows my mind. He’s only six months old, after all.
The verdict: I am indeed crazy-but not because I chose this light fixture, which I love!
I choose light fixtures like I choose my shirts. No plain and understated materials allowed.
I’ve had a blast thinking of the menu for the Merc. I’m gonna have all the classics like biscuits and gravy, mac and cheese, and sushi (just kidding), but I also have to have mile-high quiche because I dang love it. This one was utterly ridonkulous.
Merc Question: What kind of food would you want to eat if you came to a hypothetical mercantile store and restaurant in a rural Oklahoma town?
I’m not positive Daniel rocked this level of beard in real life…but that’s okay. Todd’s paper was a dandy!