Pants problem solved...temporarily

We've had another busy weekend here in Fort Smith...thankfully, a grandmother friend gave me some advice regarding Andrew's de-pantsing phase...ignore him! You'd think this would have crossed my frazzled mind, but alas, wise thoughts are slow to come lately. Bob the Builder is planning on hanging our siding next week, and I've decided on a pretty slate gray. Before he gets started, we wanted to get rid of the obnoxious holly bushes in the front of our house. Thankfully, our across the street neighbor has a tractor and could drive over and help yank them out on Saturday morning. Can you believe it? Mr. Ed is a Godsend. Made homemade muscadine jelly with grapes from his farm the same day - yep, it's Home on the Prarie here at 1200 East Jackson. Enjoyed the first fire of the season Friday night. Made chili, hot dogs and s'mores in the fireplace. Got teary-eyed when we went outside to get the wood and saw Mr. Joyce's silent woodpile next to ours. Our sweet, sweet neighbor passed away at 93 years young a few weeks ago. Still can't get used to his dark house. Good night, LA. We miss you.