Hey y'all,

This old brain is having a time, I'm telling you.  I grew up in town...small towns, but TOWN, and I'm trying hard to think country!  I saw a bumper sticker one time that I loved, it said "I'm not from the South...but I got here as quick as I could!"  Made me laugh, and that's how I am about country living..I'm not from the country, but I got here as soon as I could lol.  Actually, we STILL live in a small town lol but I'm trying to develop country thinking.  So I think I'm toodling right along, doing okay, lalala, when suddenly my husband will come in and totally throw me. 

For example, I'm feeling a tremendous sense of accomplishment, because we've canned tomatoes, froze some too, made strawberry fig preserves and generally put a bunch of stuff in the freezer, like peas, butterbeans, greens, peaches etc.  So I'm all "pat me on the back" kinda thinking lol, when boom!  Supper table last night, picture it lol.  Himself says "so...you gonna go back to the farmer's market for corn?"  Well smack my head and call me Lulu...CORN.  I forgot (insert embarrassed face).  (Mental note:  add farmer's market to the dozen things already on the schedule for next week.) 

Well, I'm doing better at this 'feeding ourselves' thing than I ever have, I guess I get points for that, right?  Happy day y'all!