I’m going to try to make this post make sense but my brain cells are being rattled and my ears are likely to start bleeding at any moment. My oldest boy is in the basement with his friends, drums and an electric guitar. It doesn’t sound bad…just dreadfully LOUD and my paper-thin door is doing nothing to muffle it. Sigh. When they were little, I used to say I liked their noisy toys because when I could hear them, I knew where they were and what they are doing. I have to look at it that way…while I hold the gauze to my blood soaked ears.
I want to share a joyous score at the store. A Canadian chain (that shall remain nameless) has been bought out by an American chain (that shall remain nameless but I’m sure you’d figure it out if I described the bullseye logo they have-so I wont describe it). The store near to me had its last blow out “must clear everything” sale day and I scored 72 balls of that fuzzy eyelash wool for ONE SINGLE SOLITARY DOLLAR! I’m on a strict “no buying wool until I’ve used what I got” policy but really! 72 balls for a dollar! Who can blame me!
I can use a bit of help from the Lord trying to figure out what I’m going to do with all of it….