"Mommy, Daddy said I look like a redneck!"

I can't say that I disagree?  Turner was walking through the garden today, in only her white underwear, and Mark called her a redneck.  In her most whiney voice she "told on him" and I just cracked up.  The sad part - Mark says the fact that we allowed her to play in the yard like this all afternoon makes us rednecks too!!  Scroll down below the pics to learn about the SURPRISE we experienced this afternoon...

Notice Turner has peppers from our garden (that she picked) in her hands.

Then she just had to stick her tongue out...looking like Bubba Armstrong, not Turner.

Showing off the "junk in her trunk" as Mr. Scott calls it...

Please notice the beautiful plant's she's watering - my own Daddy took care of these bulbs all winter, grew them all spring, and last Wednesday transported them 140 miles to plant them for me. 

If you read my previous post about Father's Day, you know how I feel about my sweet husband.  But if you'll let me walk you through our afternoon I think you'll have a true picture of why he's so wonderful.  Mark is still trying to catch up on sleep from last week's CWE, and though he needed to nap, he came outside to play with us.  Then we had to go pick up our patio set at a neighbors' house and load on and off a truck twice.  Then we went to Kohl's to spend a free $10 card and Mark entertained Turner the entire time we were there - sitting in the floor reading to her in the toy section.  He happened to point out a small bistro patio table like I have been wanting and within about 10 min he had carried this super heavy table to the front of the store, PAID FOR IT, and then carried it to the car!

Then the real fun started...Mark comes flying through the kitchen with a hoe.  If you grew up in the country like we did, you know why he has the hoe. This lovely creature was on our back patio.  That's Mark's size 12 shoe for reference.  Let me be more specific about location here, this snake was curled up about 1 foot from the pool you see in the pictures above...where Turner had played all afternoon.  Good times.  Happy Father's Day Mark - you get to kill a snake (and be my hero - mommy doesn't do snakes).




Then, just to solidify his status as husband of the year, he came inside and promptly put my table together and placed it on the back porch.  While I made dinner, he bathed Turner and got her ready for bed.  Any questions as to why I am confident I am the luckiest woman alive!?