Girl Time

A couple Sunday's a month Emberly and I trek over to the Farmer's Market.  Now if you live in California (or anywhere else green and fertile), anything Southern Nevada is calling a Farmer's Market would make you ROTFL.  But I like to pick up this bomb salsa and fresh roasted coffee.  And I like going with Emberly.  She's always game for samples, friendly people and getting to carry her own bag.