Sale Barn
Most of you reading this have never been to a sale barn. I don't even remember if I have been to a sale barn. My mom is reading this going - gee wiz Brenda - you have many times. It has obviously not left a lasting impression.
Jason was the kind and brave husband on Saturday afternoon. He took BOTH kids to the Club Calf sale over an hour away. My dad was selling 3 calves to inspiring 4H kiddos for next year's fair.
I didn't go, but I hear that you get popcorn and other goodies and can cheer for your grandpa when he comes into the ring.
I enjoyed my time unpacking both kids' room and going to Bread Company for a warm and quiet bowl of soup and my favorite sandwich. YIPPEE for great husbands!
3 comments:
How fun! Going to the sale barn with Grandpoppy is like a rite of passage in my family. My dad goes every Thursday to buy calves and his grandkids beg and plead to be taken along. Kylee is a few years away though. Dad's requirement is you have to be able to sit still (on your hands so you don't accidently bid) and survive 1 day without your afternoon nap.
As Jason was walking out the door. I sighed and said, "Please don't buy anything!" I got a good chuckle out of him. He is glad that they weren't watching the kids because he was sure they were going to buy something!
Oh the Bread Co. How I miss that place. The closest thing here in Canada is Starbucks. Which they have thank goodnes. I won't complain, but oh for a bowl of broccoli cheese soup and a good bagel or piece of bread. You enjoy your Bread co. Liz
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