I started my weekend off unsure about going to the faculty show at my former place of employment. I must have tried on eight different outfits to find one semi-comfortable one. Then, I was headed to the opening reception about an hour late. I arrived, was blatantly ignored by my former boss, mixed my own sangria, looked at some art and headed off for drinks with some friends. We ended up as a group of nine and headed to The Wishing Well. It was a jovial night and I felt relieved that I wouldn't be going back to work there.
Saturday, I went to the Lansdowne Farmer's Market. I noshed on some free samples and walked through. I bought a cucumber from the Turning Roots Farm of Downingtown, they are reasonably priced and laid back. I ended up buying some pesto bread and realized then that I should always ask the price before I decide to buy it. It ended up costing $7! After the farmer's market, I headed to the post office where I was behind the stupidest customer ever. The clerk had to explain what insurance was, how it worked, and why she may need it. She still didn't understand and decided not get it, after 10 minutes. I must have had some face because, the clerk was like I almost lost my straight face looking at you. Seriously...it's just going to get worse.
I went swimming and spent the rest of my day on a porch with some family and friends. I ate a cheese sandwich and chatted with the gals about our contempt for one person, watched my brother and friend consume an entire bottle of rum, and was told I was pretty a lot.
Sunday, I ended up going to the cutest baby in the entire world's baptism. I found out about it the day before because for some reason my invitation didn't come. Stupid mailman, yes, I blame him personally.
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Miss Platt, I enjoyed popping over to check out your blog! Guess what? You won a cheese book. Drop me a line with your snail mail address over at Madame Fromage (tenayadarlington@gmail.com).
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