Life with my sister

Henry and I headed to Memphis this week to see the fam and for me to shop my friend's fall/winter consignment sale at the Agricenter. She is such a peach and lets me in for the first preview sale each season. It is so good to know sweet people...I am blessed by her. I get the first pick with a handful of other parents and it is so much fun! Lots of my old work buddies/friends are there each time and it is like a social outing and a bargain hunt all at once. SCORE! Randall usually goes with me but he was in Indiana this week, so I ventured out alone....while Henry played and ate at the Piccadilly with the fam (I know Wilma ate her veggie plate in heaven smiling down on that meal. Sweet memories at that place). Preparing for this sale is like an all out mission. close family and friends are all wishing me luck...like I am competing in a championship or something. It is serious stuff. I get siked up for days, checking online for costs on things I will be looking for so I can compare...

When I was a little girl my parents bought me a stuffed monkey at Cracker Barrel during one of their trips to Ridgecrest . I cherished that little thing. It had holes in its nose, mouth and ears and you cold stick its fingers and toes in the holes. It was great. When Sambo was born, I let Jules borrow it for him to enjoy with the condition I have it returned to me for my kid(s). I was 19 and ignorant and should have thought through the donation a bit more. I asked Jules a couple of years ago if my monkey was in good keeping. She blew me off and said she wasn't sure where it was but it was around. Well, today I asked her about it and she informed me she lost it a number of years ago. I think she or Stephen threw it away...Stephen has a knack for tossing things ( the Raggedy Ann trash Can.... Humm - hmmm ). I called my Mama at work and informed her of this tragedy. She has known about it for a few years and searches for a replacement all the time. I am appalled and most sad. Juli...