I am going to start with the disclaimer that
I know that my car is a disaster.
There is still stuff in it from VBS.
It is like a treasure hunt in my tailgate.
Maybe this week, I'll get it cleaned out.
So now that I have cleared that up.
Jenn's car is so much worse than mine.
When she pulls in and opens the door, you never know what is going to fall out.
You have the empty juice containers,
an occasional french fry,
any ball ranging from golf to beach.
Get the picture?
When she loses something, I always ask if she checked her car.
Yesterday morning I rode to church with Dianna.
Her car is clean,
I rode home with Jenn.
I had to move the usual stuff to get in the passenger seat.
Her purse, understandable.
three weeks worth of Children's church papers and crafts,
a can of Copenhagen,
a golf putter,
an empty can of Mountain Dew,
and a produce bag filled with artichokes!
Then I turned around.
I thought I would try to name everything in the vehicle.
I moved one of the six sweatshirts I was counting and there it was...
something brownish and indistinguishable.
I was afraid to touch it.
"JENN, WHAT IT THAT?"
She calmly reaches back and grabs it off the seat and takes a bite.
"Walmart chicken, it must have slid off the plate yesterday."
Always an adventure!
Some painting from the weekend.
Still need the fabric hangers.
And some coasters.
And this ornament.
Watch for the tutorial...coming soon.
And a bowl.
My yard sale finds.
I see grapes.
And this little guy.
This was Wyatt's first sleepover EVER!
He could not be more pleasant.
We had the nicest evening Saturday night and he never cried the entire time I had him.
What a happy baby!