September 19, 2011 September 19, 2011

At the Farmers’ Market there’s a vendor who lives near the same village that we do. He sells veggies and his wife’s baking. He’s a very nice guy, but he calls himself a hillbilly and that’s a pretty good description of him, right down to the bad teeth that keep him from eating anything but soft foods. His stall has been set up right beside mine the past couple of market days and this causes people to think that we are together, that I am his wife. Call me a snob, but it bothers me a bit that people think I’m with the hillybilly. J thinks it’s hilarious.