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A Dreary Sunday

We had planned to get up early and go to the farmer's market before Scott had to go to work. Of course that didn't happen. It was one of those cold rainy days where you just don't want to get out of bed.

I got up first and ate a bowl of puffed rice granola. I needed something in my stomach before my 11 to 7 shift at Geek Squad.

 I had my oatmeal and banana breakfast alone. Sigh.


I wouldn't of had time to go to the Minneapolis Farmers Market so I went to my neighborhood one on Broadway. As I was crossing the street an older gentlemen yelled to me to smile and said, "All you got to do is smile don't be so gloomy." Again I must look depressed if I'm not smiling. 

As you can see a lot of repairs haven't been done since the tornado.

I got all this for only $5 at the farmers market. Each group of vegetables was only a dollar each. I was hoping to get some apples today. Maybe next week.

Well my herb garden really took off. The basil mostly took over. There is some tarragon trying to grow underneath it. 

The squirrels have been stealing all our sunflower seeds for the winter. I have a feeling sunflowers are going to be growing all over our yard next year. 

I also noticed jalapenos starting to grow. Here's hoping I get at least one before winter. 

 For lunch I had stir fry. It may look like I only eat oatmeal and stir-fries, but that's not true. 

I ate the other leftovers: pesto with fettuccine and a small bowl of homegrown tomato soup. You can't really tell from the picture, but I watched a Rob Schneider movie during my lunch break. That TV never gets turned off; it just sits there waiting for an employee to take a break.


I then walked over to Tyler and Emma's house to do some exchanging. I needed to borrow some items for the wedding and she needed some items for cooking. 

Ms. Olive had just woken from her nap. She's so stinkin' cute. Curious about her necklace?

I'm pretty sure Emma's the only one I know that's had success with tomatoes this year. Most of it she has canned already and still has tons left. I'm a little jealous. I then headed back home to do some chores.

While on Facebook I noticed this ad. I really hope this kid doesn't need a cell phone. I was 18 when I got my first one and I turned out fine.

 I was about to do some cleaning when Emma called. She was making chili, but didn't have any chili powder. Lucky for her we had 5 bottles.

Then I tackled cleaning all our floor fans. I'm pretty confident we won't be using them anymore and they were getting kinda gross. 

Then I cleaned the rest of the house. With the summer being busy and too hot I may have skipped on cleaning a few times. I'm trying to stay on regular cleaning schedule, especially since lots of people will be coming to our house next month. 

Scott finally returned. Sundays are not fundays without him.

We ate more leftovers for dinner. What a dreary Sunday?

Then I set to work on pretty much the only wedding project I'm actually doing myself.

I cant say what it's for just yet. 

Good Night.

Comments

emma. said…
Thanks so much for the chili powder. :) There seems to be a reflection of us in our mixer bowl in the tomato photo. I always look at that house with the roof still missing and without a tarp on Penn. Hmm.

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