Just a Thursday on the mountain
Mom took me to quilt-time with her girlfriends. We ooh-ed and ahh-ed at some quilts (mainly mom’s, heh) and talked about wedding plans and dresses (ok only one).
Mom and I then went to the bank and talked to Katrina, she said she loves my ring, and is waiting for Rachel’s. I was like, I know! me too! (oh Rachel update, the wedding has been moved to next spring).
We got home and made some grilled cheese on some bread that I had made on Wednesday.
Then we started cleaning the house. We got everything done except vacuuming when my Uncle called and said he wasn’t coming, so we stopped cleaning, duh.
I called Jacob and we chatted about how excited we were, for everything, until he decided to pick up a hitchhiker.
Then I worried and prayed for an hour and a half until Jacob called me back and we talked about how murderers honestly probably wouldn’t actually pick a hitchhikers facade.
After dinner, mom dad and I picked apples off of all of our trees. Dad has spent the last three days (before Thursday) shooting squirrels out of our apple trees, so we decided to pick the apples now. We got a bucketfull and mom and I decided to can a few.