oh yes we did! We went to Sonic!
If you live ANYWHERE ELSE in the United States this doesn’t seem blog worthy. However, Sonic is a new thing to our state. This Sonic is the closest to our home and is still over and hour away.
However, we didn’t make the long trek just for Sonic. Our goal was to buy husb a new dirt bike. It just so happens we were headed in the right direction for chili cheese tots and a large mango limeade.
If a girl has to be in the Moto van for multiple hours the least you can do is get her a mango limeade. T knows what I’m talking about!
Yes, this is the drive-thru line during lunch time at Sonic. Reminds me of when husb and I went to the opening of Krispy Kreme a couple years ago. We waiting in line for almost two hours for warm glazed donuts. Was totally worth it! We decided to exit the car this time and eat on the sonic patio.
Before we stopped for lunch we attempted to get the dirt bike but it didn’t work out. Poor husb was bummed. I told him I was taking a picture of our sad faces. He has the cutest sad face I’ve ever seen! See, no one can be too sad when your slurping on sonic beverage goodness.
After lunch, circumstances changed and husb was able to pick up the bike. Never have you seen a man more happy than when he is about to get a dirt bike.
It was a good day.
If you ever get a chance to attend one…GO! I’ve had the pleasure of attending three and this third time I was blessed to co-host a table with Tasha.
The tea was held at Tasha’s church.
Isn’t it precious? Well, it’s kinda falling apart…so all the real church activity goes on in the not so precious 70’s style newer church.
We had a country theme going on at our table. Not to toot our own horn (isn’t that a weird expression?), but a lady came up to Tasha and told her that our table was very Pottery Barn. Does it get much better than that?
See those tea sandwiches to the left of the picture…I hope they have them in heaven. SO GOOD! We attempted to get the recipe from the lady that makes them. Of course she is a sweet little Grandma who refuses to give you measurements. “Oh, just a little of that and a little of this” she says. Um…yeah right.
I tried so hard to focus on that little heart sugar cube. Obviously not hard enough.
We (and by we I mean Tasha did it as I sat and watched…I’m more of a moral support type person) made chocolate flower suckers and gave potted flowers for favors.
My Mom and I.
Mom…this is a pretty good picture of us right? Our eyes are open…what are the chances?
Tasha doing the final touches. This is the only full table shot I took! I have no clue why I took full table pictures of every other table except ours.
It was a fun morning. We filled our bellies with good food, were entertained with singing, learned how to arrange flowers and listened as the speaker spoke from her heart.
Thanks for the invite Tasha!
It’s that time of year again. Husb and I love the farmers market. You would think all the fresh produce and flowers would be the thing that draws us. Nope we’re in it for the donuts.
See the black arrow? That is George and he owns a bakery and is at the market every year.
We love the bakery but I gotta tell you, they are a grumpy bunch! My donut purchase went something like this…
me: Hi…I’ll take one of the twists.
Mrs. George: Actually that’s an almond twist crunch (I’m paraphrasing…I don’t remember her technical name for it)
me: Oh, well that sounds good. You guys don’t have any maple bars today? (that’s all husb wants…ever…George’s maple bars)
Mrs. George then turns to Mr. George and says “is that okay?”. Mr. George then makes some kind of grunting noise and motion. At this point I don’t know what’s going on.
Then Mrs. George uncovers a pink donut box hidden in the back and pulls out a maple bar. She puts it in the bag with my twist and quotes me my price. All the while looking like I did something horrible. I thought they were in the donut selling business…I’m totally confused!
They are kinda like the soup Nazi from Seinfeld. However, it doesn’t matter. We are hooked and as long as they keep supplying we will keep coming.
Here is the produce and flowers I was talking about.
I bought some asparagus, cilantro and broccoli.
I also treated myself to some peonies and poppy’s. Love them!
Anyone want to go to the market with me next week? I might need back up when I go in for the donuts.
Husb and I had a “moment of intense fellowship” this morning.
As he was getting ready for work he turned to me and said “have you not been doing laundry or something”.
He then proceeded to explain how frustrating not having any clean socks was.
I’d like to enter the following picture into evidence.
No, your eyes aren’t fooling you. That is a picture of 14 pairs of socks. Yes, they were all in his sock drawer. Including a 15th pair that he ended up wearing.
He went on to explain that he doesn’t like the above socks. This however, is not surprising. He does the same things with his t-shirts. He has a select few that he would prefer to wear all the time. Meaning there needs to be a constant flow of laundry going for a handful of clothes.
As I point out this craziness he laughs… he thinks he is quite hilarious.
And they say women are complicated.
Esther’s birthday was Tuesday and no I didn’t forget. I just forgot to get her birthday post up on Tuesday…I think it still counts if I get it up the week of your birthday, right?
Esther and I went to high school together. Even though she is just a young whipper snapper compared to my old lady self…I still love her. We like to watch reality TV and cook together. Esther always makes me laugh and I know she will be honest and put me in my place if I need it. Not that I ever do…right E?
Esther…this is like the only picture I have of us on my computer! What the heck! We need to take more pictures when we hang out!
Happy Birthday Week friend!
I love the Fremont Sunday market. Lots furniture, crafts, clothes, and Seattle Hippies.
This vender was selling the cutest Amy Butler purses. Husb said I didn’t need another purse. Men.
These flower pins were calling my name.
However, I resisted and we moved on. We pretty much did a quick sweep of the market and headed to Molly Moon for ice cream. I know! We are addicts…what can I say!
On the way to the car we passed this lovely shop.
It was a little clothing store. One of the little cute boutique types that has the most beautiful clothes but the most awful price tags! This pictures doesn’t do it justice…but it was very French farm house.
If you are ever in Seattle on a Sunday and looking for something to do…go to the market, get ice cream and then go to church. It makes a pretty awesome day!