Not So Quiet Saturday

There were no funerals this weekend, which for me means a quiet Saturday at home, NOT.

All day Saturday Taylor tried to pack for our vacation. We leave NEXT Sunday night. She has also made a list of everything she is going to buy while on vacation, such as, walkie talkies, school supplies, blue high heeled shoes, pet fish, and she plans to bring back enough sand to make our own beach. She talked about everything you could imagine. Right at this very moment we are trying to watch a movie and she is wanting to get our portable DVD player out and ready to go.
This is a Taylor statement today coming into the city limits of Wynne, she is listening to her iPod as loud as possible..."Dang, Pop was 8,689 years old"
Me: Who are you talking about Taylor?
Taylor: Pop
Me: Who is that?
Taylor: It says so on that green sign back there by the cemetery, Pop, 8689.
Me: That stands for POPULATION

Good News: Pool is not as cloudy as it was
Bad News: It now looks like this...

This afternoon, I did a little grocery shopping, one of my stops was the Water Garden, an organic vegetable stand. I bought 4.5 pounds of green tomatoes and two red. During the whole grocery shopping trip, both girls talked non-stop. I am guilty of tunning some of it out at the times that I thought they were talking just to hear themselves talk.
Of course, down here in the south, we fry our tomatoes...

Cast iron skillet, flour and corn meal, and salt. Slice the tomatoes really thin and fry turning until brown. We also had fried 'taters and onions and Rib Eye's. Yum Yum

How was your Saturday?