Barn Boots and Margaritas

Well, tomorrow is my birthday. Yup. 28 years old. Which means, in 2 years, I will be 30.
I cringe at the thought.
So, today my mother and I drove an hour and a half to Bangor, and did some shopping, and went out to supper, which is something that mom doesn't get to do often.

We got to the restaurant, and the waitress looked at my mother and says in a very high-pitched, giddy voice: "Can I start you off with a margarita?" And begins to ramble off some flavor options. My mother, who is a very Christian woman, firmly said "No."
When my mother says "NO." she mean, NO. Apparently I inherited that trait as well.

Overall, our dinner was good. Even without the Margaritas.

Now, when I say shopping, I mean thrift stores, discount stores, and dollar store. That is my kind of shopping. In the summer, I hunt for yard sales. I savagely hunt for yard sales.
I am a very frugal person, and I hate to spend money, and refuse to buy anything new, unless absolutely necessary.

I just don't see the point.

So we spent about 2 hours at the Goodwill store. Which, happens to be one of my most favorite places to shop.
I found Ian a pair of bright red barn boots for $2. Score.
My goal was to find some summer clothes for the baby, considering last summer, he was in 12months, and this summer he's in 24months.

I rummaged around a while, and came up with two outfits, ALL with green tags, meaning they were half off, so for 2 outfits, I paid less than $4.
I even managed to find a little ride on John Deere tractor for $1.99, with a little cleaning, it will be perfect...like we need one more tractor in this household.

It was a nice day, the sun was shining, and my mother and I got to spend it together.