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A couple of weeks ago our closest little town, Poolesville, had their annual market day.  It’s named…get this….”Poolesville Day.”

Crazy, huh?

There is a parade, and every organized group of every possible venue is in it.  Every school and club marches,

every horse club,

and farm club, and politician, and …well, you get the drift.  It’s great fun, and there is always FOOD.

Which is a good thing because Varmint was in the Parade with her cheerleading squad, and they had to be there earlier than we’d like to be anywhere on a Saturday, I promise you!  I had not had time to put together breakfast for everyone because, well, I suck, apparently.

But of all the food vendors, we couldn’t find any good breakfast food so early.  And no one had their other lunch food ready!

So using all the resources I can muster on a Saturday morning, I grabbed what I could find in the car, and we made do.  Adapt and improvise, right?  It’s either that, or starve, right?

Actually Critter is the only one who would make do.

The rest of us starved.

Don’t judge.

My Captain and I have been away for our Anniversary (more stories from that later!) and we pulled in the driveway late at night.  We noticed nothing amiss with the little cottage in the woods.

But the in the daylight of the next day (yesterday) I found we had been vandalized!  SHOCKING!  Our little cottage in the woods had been vandalized!  Our sweet, quaint, modest, unobtrusive little humble abode.  Vandalized.

After I got over the shock, I racked my brain.  Who could have done such a thing?  Who in the world would be so sneaky?  So devious?  So tricky?

And then it dawned on me.  And I made a phone call.  And I was right.  The perpetrator will indeed find that vengeance is mine, and it will be served cold.  And probably moose-shaped.  So when he least expects it….he can expect it.

What was the vandalism, you ask?

MY MOOSE!  The prankster had adorned my Moose with pumpkins.

Who had done it without my knowledge?  All fingers pointed to Lewis Orchard, down the road from the little cottage.  They are in the middle of pumpkin harvest, and I know Robert Lewis has pumpkins coming out his ears right about now.

Obviously, I am going to have to ‘adorn’ their house in turn.  So stay tuned on that one, while I consider my options.   And if any of you friends have a sneaky, funny idea or two, send ’em to me.  I’m ALL EARS.

Bwaahahahhahahahahahahaaaaaaaaa!

I’m no different from any other mother.  I want to give my children a home where they can relax the minute they hit the door, after a long day of school.  I like to fill their tummies with comfort food, made with love and intent.  I try to give them my very best effort.

So for today’s after-school snack, I made Greek Yogurt and Cheddar biscuits for my Varmint and her friend, Megan.

And I paid special attention to the presentation…I wanted the young ladies to feel cared for!

Do you think the Champagne was over-the-top?

I kid; it was sparkling grape juice.

…at least, theirs was….

My Captain and I use the internet Dropbox application to store photos we both use.  This can be fun when I go to look for a photograph of mine, and subsequently find photos he took.

But it can also be alarming, confusing, and downright scary.

Take for instance, tonight, as I came across this in our Dropbox:

What in the world???

Is that a BODY??? Oh my LORD!!!!

Oh, it’s a Dummy.

These must have been shots from a training session with the other Special Ops guys last week.

I wonder if My Captain has the same ‘double-take’ moments when he is looking in the Dropbox, and sees one of my pictures…

And wonders….

Need proof?  Need proof that I am the world’s most amazingly hard-working, brick-laying Mama Boe? Do ya?  Huh?

What would it take to make you believe it, other than the staged photograph above?

How about THIS staged photograph?

Actually, it isn’t staged, but what it IS, is my favorite pair of gardening gloves that apparently are not interchangeable for paver-laying gloves.  That thar is leather that’s been worked clean through to my widdle fingers.

Look at how menacing that simple hand becomes when you curl the fingers just a little bit.  Rrraaaarrrr!

Sorry. I don’t spend a lot of time with adults, clearly.

We got a lot farther on laying the bricks for the floor of the patio today, My Captain and I.  He finished the base layers of rock and sand, and I did the laying.

I was the layer.

He asked me to take charge of laying.

He did the prep work and I finished the lay-job.

Nope, there is no way I can word that, that it doesn’t sound dirty.

But, (cough), turns out I am the best layer he’s ever known.

Ba Dum Bum!

Exit, stage left!