#306

Either A, I am getting sick. Or B, my body is reaffirming that it doesn't like the cold weather. Both mean the same thing- I feel like poo. I am tired and my head feels heavy and my muscles are getting that achy feeling. 

It might just be the cold. This morning I woke up early and took part in a stupid American tradition. Setting your used belongings on the curb for others to look at and hopefully take home. Yep, for the first time in my life I had a yard sale. On the worst day ever. It was 44 degrees when I was setting up. And the huge tree in my front yard completely blocked out the sun. Then there was the so very pleasant wind whipping the cold air around. I froze. 

But I did sell a few things. Not as much as I wanted. But i got rid of a few big things. So I am calling it a draw. 

This afternoon we went to an orchard for their apple festival. J and I were excited to get a ton of apples, to help the girls pick their own, and to make yummy things when we got home. The girls were going to see animals and go on a hay ride and have a good fun day. 

That was our thought. Reality?

We were not able to pick our own apples. When I asked about it I was told the apple trees hadn't had a good year. Ok, that understandable. But why were you advertising 'pick your own apples'?

The girls did not want a pony ride. J's allergies were not happy to be around nature, so the hay ride was out of the question. And there was no cider. 

Instead of bringing home an immense amount of apples, we brought home three goldfish. Really. Their names are Pink, Purple, and Green. Note to self, only let J play carnival tossing games if I want him to win. Really, three goldfish! I admit, it was my idea to play the game and get the girls a fish. I just didn't expect him to succeed so completely. 

So we drove to Walmart and got a fish tank, a bag of apples, caramel dip, and some beer. 

Today was not the day I had planned. But it was interesting. And good.