Raining

All weekend...rain, rain, rain...

Gutters would probably be a good idea.

There was a Fiestaware rainbow in my cupboard,  though.

But what's a little rain when you've got plans?  We charged ahead yesterday--with the exception of the planned bluebonnet picture outing.  First, I was up (too early) for a Saturday meeting about Little Miss's cheer team.  You read that right.  She's developed a cheerleader obsession just as her gym is starting competitve cheer teams.  And she READ the flyer on the door.  She figured out the word "cheerleading" anyway...and so it begins.  Weekly cheer classes, an ungodly amount of money for the uniform, bow, socks, pompoms and bag, and four to six competitions in the fall through spring that require an entry fee as well--really?  I don't ever remember wanting to be a cheerleader.  Dance lessons, piano lessons, art classes, yes.  I should point out to Molly and Papa how much money I saved them back in the day.  Of course, I don't know that there was such a thing as competitive cheerleading when I was a kid.  Anyway...we'll be selling candles for our first fundraiser in a couple of weeks.  Just email me with how many I should put you down for.

I continued my soggy journey to the post office and, on a whim, experienced my first estate sale.  I will just assume all the good stuff went in the forty-five minutes before I got there.  Or else this lady lived a very spartan life.

And then met the rest of the Nockinbirds at Lowes for a Build and Grow project.

A planter with a clear front panel so we can watch the plants/roots grow.

I think we were given Roma tomato seeds.

Another patch to add to our apron--which are still on backorder at Lowes.

Little Miss and I continued our soggy adventure at Walmart.  A refreshing lunch at McDonald's was needed to restore our flagging shopping stamina.

And it kept raining and raining and raining.  It rained as Loverboy made his best biscuits to date this morning.

It rained as Little Miss entertained herself creating a variety of vignettes, or "objects" as she calls them.

It kept raining when we went to Molly and Papa's.  They're letting a lot of water out of the lake, but it's not into the playground equipment at the park, much to Little Miss's relief.  It sprinkled as we came home.  Tomorrow is supposed to be clear.  Of course.