Family fun at the manure pile. Today was supposed to be our "rest day" from the killer Crossfit workouts, but lugging those buckets of black gold through the muck and the mire was a real burner. By the way, it occurs to me now that this blog actually serves a purpose. My mother is famous for NOT making phone calls, but you can bet our phone rang this morning, nervous as she was that we'd go to the Whitneyville book sale without her--as if ever! We picked up nine great books for the grand total of $3. My mother also got an armload of books, which I'm sure will look stunning on the shelves of her new summer place (see previous post).