After breakfast, we toodled around Cloverdale then head to Scruffy Murphy's for MINI PITCHER SUNDAYS!! Bless. I swear that there is WAY more beer in that little pitcher than just a pint and a half, but Kirb insists that I'm wrong. I like it better when I'm right.
We thought that we'd live on the edge and head back to Kippy station by foot. Also, Kirby wanted to pick up a new plant for Cal at Crappy Tire. The walk to the subway brought back so many memories - I wish I took more pictures!
Ah, good ol' Honeydale. Dad used to do the family groceries every Saturday at Food Basics in the mall. John and I would fight over who would get to go with him. At the time, my allowance was a WHOPPING $5 - I would spend every last cent at the dollar store and in the candy machines.
Don't let the funky font on the Festival Market sign fool you - it's a nightmare! A few months ago, Mom dragged me there cuz one of the gang from the Y&R was there signing autographs, and answering questions from the crowd. I didn't buy in to it for a second and told Mom that if, in fact, Phyliss Newman is appearing at the Festival Market in Honeydale Mall, she should fire her publicist. Mom was right - she was there. I like it better when I'm right.

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