I practically rolled right out of bed and straight into the car this morning.
Why? Well silly, it was the final day of swap meet weekend at Jacob's Cave and you know how I am--I couldn't resist taking a quick spin around the booths before they packed up. And, low and behold, as I scooted around the swap in the early morning mist, I found plenty of other things I couldn't resist either...
Why? Well silly, it was the final day of swap meet weekend at Jacob's Cave and you know how I am--I couldn't resist taking a quick spin around the booths before they packed up. And, low and behold, as I scooted around the swap in the early morning mist, I found plenty of other things I couldn't resist either...
Like the goodies in this photo. You couldn't have resisted this stuff either, I don't care who you are...but I do care where you are (especially on Sunday morning. Ahem.).
Thank goodness you weren't out there this morning or we'd have had a fight on our hands...on a Sunday morning right before church, no less.
But because (thank the Lord) you spent the early morning hours still snuggled in bed, I practically had the place to myself and in no time at all I had the car stashed full. But by that time, time was ticking down for that church bell to ring, so as I left the swap I swapped my mud boots for my high heels and hightailed it to church...and I left a carload of treasures parked in the car as I parked myself in the back row pew.
Thank goodness for back row pews. They're just perfect for us backsliders. Ahem again.
Although really I'm not sure I qualify as a backslider, since I did actually make it to church (although a tiny bit tardy and a slight bit muddy). But I know I do qualify as a repeat offender, since this isn't the first time this has happened.
Last year I spent too much time scratching around the swap on Sunday morning and had to dash off to church with a carload of chickens.
I sang the hymns really loudly that morning to cover up all the clucking coming from outside the church.
I really should've parked farther away that day.
Hindsight.
And the year before, Will and I headed out there early Sunday morning to take a gander and ended up buying a gander at the last minute. We brought him to church too, but just like the chickens, he also had to worship in the car.
At least this year I made it to church without any live animals with me.
I bet you never heard anybody say that before, have you?
Well, there's a first time for everything...and if I'm any example, there's also a second and third time too. Especially if we're talking about Sunday mornings at the swap meet!
Thank goodness you weren't out there this morning or we'd have had a fight on our hands...on a Sunday morning right before church, no less.
But because (thank the Lord) you spent the early morning hours still snuggled in bed, I practically had the place to myself and in no time at all I had the car stashed full. But by that time, time was ticking down for that church bell to ring, so as I left the swap I swapped my mud boots for my high heels and hightailed it to church...and I left a carload of treasures parked in the car as I parked myself in the back row pew.
Thank goodness for back row pews. They're just perfect for us backsliders. Ahem again.
Although really I'm not sure I qualify as a backslider, since I did actually make it to church (although a tiny bit tardy and a slight bit muddy). But I know I do qualify as a repeat offender, since this isn't the first time this has happened.
Last year I spent too much time scratching around the swap on Sunday morning and had to dash off to church with a carload of chickens.
I sang the hymns really loudly that morning to cover up all the clucking coming from outside the church.
I really should've parked farther away that day.
Hindsight.
And the year before, Will and I headed out there early Sunday morning to take a gander and ended up buying a gander at the last minute. We brought him to church too, but just like the chickens, he also had to worship in the car.
At least this year I made it to church without any live animals with me.
I bet you never heard anybody say that before, have you?
Well, there's a first time for everything...and if I'm any example, there's also a second and third time too. Especially if we're talking about Sunday mornings at the swap meet!
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