Of bags, and books, and family homes...

Your weekend sounds fantastic, and every bit as fun as mine. We went to Hiddenite on Saturday (picked up cud'n Libby on the way) for the little arts fair they have there. Lisa and I perused cheap jewelry and knockoff purses, ate delicious John Deere-made ice cream, met lots of unknown cousins and admired people's fashion choices (and by admired I mean completely and totally mocked). I bought a rather cool boiled wool purse (you would love it, it's very wintery) and some fabulous jewelry. We saw where Nanny was born, and we drove to Vashti to see Neenaw's family's home. We ate both styles of barbecue at Prissy Polly's, where Lisa and I were tickled to death by the bluegrass band playing "Salty Dog". Dad didn't yell the whole day until we got to the crowded (but cheap) gas station.

Last night, as we were waiting for the French movie with Russian subtitles to start on the computer which was hooked to the TV, Melissa and I discovered in the lounge a cache of smutty French novels, complete with scandalous illustrations and illuminating titles. For your perusal, we have

Only one in a series, all taking place in West Coast cities and all with the Executeur in various stages of undress posing naughtily on the cover...












Going Oriental!




















This little lady supports Che with all her nude heart...Er...yeah.




















And my personal favorite, translating to The Gorilla of the Blood in the Caviar: Unedited. Oh yeah. It doesn't get any better than this.





There ya go. My life, in pictures. Tee hee hee.

xxxAnnie