Random-ness

Some days are random and unplanned and turn out to be a smorgasboard of moments that leave you saying...  huh?

Today was one of those days. 

It started out with a visit to a different church.  There was a guest speaker.  A Pastor from the Baptist Church I grew up in ... back in the day.  Now 78 years young, his sermon was just as dynamic as it was 45 years ago.

Brother Jim, visiting from Pa. with Bible in hand.

Afterwards.  Grandkids. 

I swear they were scheming....


  Because not long after this little meeting of theirs....

Lil' Jake locked us out of the house...
   

We found sidewalk chalk and tried to SOS for help.

And now for Gracie's good news.

I have deleted Gracie's good news...  at her request. 


She was embarassed.

Excuse me. But is this a yard sale?!

It's those yard sales that you just 'happen on' while you're like...  walking the dog that are the best.  

Let's call it a pre-yard sale since they were setting it up for the next day.

Brand new sheets still in the package.  Only 25 cents.  

Matching draperies 

84' X 84'.  Only 25 cents each.

Even Gracie's impressed! 

The mirror needs cleaned up.  But at three bucks...  hey...  bring on the Windex.  

 This basket was only a dollar and perfect for Gracie's toys.

Only a dollar for this Winter Carnival?! 

 Okay.  So the ice skaters that skate on the pond are missing.  But when you put batteries in this the fiber optic parts light up and the carnival rides move and it is oh-so-beautiful!  

Oh - the snowman was a dollar as well and it lights up, dances and sings. 

It's adorable.

Yes, Gracie. 

 It was because of you that 

I found these fantastic bargains.  

Oh, I forgot to mention the Brand-New still-in-the-box waterless Rainbow cookware.  

Twenty dollars.  

I remember seeing this cookware demonstrated at fairs and festivals and saying...  'I could never afford that!'  Huh! 

Never thought walking the dog could be so productive.  

Stale Pretzels

. 

 We look like the perfect couple.  

But even we have issues.  

You know...  things that we don't agree on....

This is our snack cabinet.  

So what could possibly come between my

husband and me in here?

Could it be....    the Pretzels?

Heaven help me if I forget to use
a clip to close up the pretzels.

Grounds for divorce.

So since I prefer my pretzels stale...

I have my own bag.

Problem solved.