I Scream, You Scream,

We all scream for ice cream! When I was but a child, on the last day of school at the end of the day, if we passed into the next grade (and we always did!), Mom would take us out for ice cream. It was a treat that we always looked forward to.

As the day approaches for the Big Poetry Sale and the Blog Party, I have decided not to kill myself cookin'. Instead, for all you bloggers who come out to my house after the sale, I will provide the makings for some hot fudge sundaes. Hey, if I survive this big sale, after being sick for the last week, it will feel like I've passed on to the next grade! It will be a treat for all of us! Several of you have responded that you are coming to the sale. I am so excited to see some familiar faces and to meet some new friends.

Go back here and tell me if you will be coming to my house for ice cream so I can make sure I have enough Blue Bell. I am aiming to be packed up and ready to go by 3pm. You can come to the sale at your leisure, hit other local shops and then rally back at Primitiques by 3pm. We'll all entourage to my house from there. It's not a 5 minute drive. Sound like a plan?

Now, if y'all read David's last post, you know I am ripe to steal some of his flickr pics...so, here ya go!

David and I played dress up in Eureka Springs. The man is killer in a pair of chaps, let me tell ya! Go here to see another pose.
Here, I hold the ingredients (butterscotch schnapps and Bailey's cream) for a fine concoction. Good stuff! I really, really liked this box filled with old bulbs. David knew it wouldn't fit in the truck, so, we opted for a picture instead.

Happy Thursday!
~Mindy