We went to the opening day of our Farmers market this morning. I know, I know, it opens very late up here. Anyway first day of market for the summer. There were more alcohol tents then bakers tents! I found the mead tent and well you boys know the rest! I never left, Jodi was pissed! It was pointless to me, wandering from one dread locked tent to another. I sat down and BSd with the Mead owner. Good guy, retired Colonel AF. She picked me up on the way out, no sense of humor at all. She explained I could stay home next weekend, in my vain attempt at wit I explained I wanted to this weekend. Poor choice of response on my part! Day unraveled from there! Long live mead!
