One Last Time

 This morning at 3:30, Gigs set up his stand at the weekly

 farmer's Market in Chapel Hill to sell goat milk, 

goat cheese, and goat gelato.  
Claire and I went to visit him (when the sun was up), 

and the whole time we were there, a line was drawn to his booth. 

Also, UNC is back in town and lots of 

cute college girls were gathered around him.  

Every time I raised my phone toward his direction to take a photo

of him in action, he'd give me the stink eye, like, 

"Mom, don't you dare."
So, unfortunately, I didn't get any cute photos of Gigs selling 

goat products to cute college girls.
I did, however, manage to give him a quick hug and grab a

 dozen hot, fresh, delicious donuts, veggies for pizza night, 

and two bunches of sunflowers.

Later in the evening, we cut up the fresh farmer's market veggies,

including some crazy-looking mushrooms that Gigs traded

with another booth.

Then we fired up the grill and made pizza

one last time before the girls leave.

I hate doing things "one last time."

Update:

My living room still looks like this: