I'm all in for having a yard sale when I'm on the front side of it. Let's get rid of some things and make 500 BUCKS.
And when I'm on the back end of it putting all the crap away, dividing out the hundred earned by the 20 hours of labor, I'm all like, "NEVER AGAIN".
The ultimate highlight of the day was when this man drove into our driveway hauling a smoker that was actually smoking. (Is that even legal?)
He was shirtless. (and of course, naked, in our girls' opinion)
He had long, dark hair and a short beard.
I was waiting for a blurt out from Alivia about him appearing naked.
But, no.
It was, "Excuse me, but are you Jesus?"
He apologized to her, saying he wasn't but he wished he was. He bought a few things, and left and trailing him was his smoker on wheels, poofing out smoke. If you didn't know you could crave a smoked piece of chicken at 7:30 in the morning, you can. If you can be relieved and proud in one moment, it was today when the naked comment wasn't made and it was clear that Alivia knew what Jesus looks like!
