Besides catching up over a nice lunch with my friend Jim - today was not really panning to be that hot. I'm pretty tired and things were taking longer than I thought and my patience was getting thin. The day was going down hill in an hurry UNTIL...
UNTIL THE POSTMAN CAME WITH A GIANT BOX OF HONEY CRISP APPLES STRAIGHT FROM PAULETTE SARSFIELD IN NOVA SCOTIA. GET SERIOUS!! I'M PUTTING THE REST OF THIS POST IN CAPS BECAUSE THAT IS THE COOLEST THING EVER!! A WHOLE BOX OF APPLES. THERE'S LIKE 20 of the world's best darn APPLES IN THERE AND I AM NOT KIDDING YOU WHEN I SAY I AM IN HEAVEN.(This is me doing the Happy-Apple-Dance!) Woot! Woot! Triple Arm Pump.
Thank you Paulette and Blake and Scott and Brent and Melissa and Alex. And thank you to the apple pickers. Thank you so much. Thanks for growing such good apples and thanks FROM THE VERY FULLNESS OF MY HEART for sending them to me. Paulette I'm glad you found them in your pumphouse - BUT YOU COULD HAVE SAID YOU FOUND THEM IN YOUR COMPOST and I would still be happy.
Oh my goodness. I could smell their fantastic-ness before I got the box ripped open. Don't tell Dan because I'm not sharing. Okay FINE - I will share with him because I want to stay in his good books in case I ever fall in the river. (He thinks I have the weirdest life ever.) How cool is it to get APPLES IN THE MAIL???
Heck - I'm going to go sit by my fireplace with my feet up and eat an apple.
It's the weekend!
