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...
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.
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!