My husband likes to go to the flea market. He likes to wander up and down the aisles and see what people put out for sale. He normally doesn't buy anything, but he likes to look. My son likes to go to the flea market. He likes to look for used video games at bargain basement prices. I don't particularly like going to the flea market but I go sometimes to spend time with my husband and son. I like to look at the puppies (two of our five current dogs are "flea market finds".) and parrots (yes, there really is a lady who sells parrots at the flea market. We have not bought parrots from her but she has some mighty nice african greys.). There was the usual assortment of Pekingese, doberman, rat terrier, and Chihuahua (can you believe I know how to spell that from watching Les Nesman on WKRP in Cincinnati?) puppies. They were all adorable but I do not need another puppy. Elwood the amazing Basset Hound appears to be stuck in puppyhood so no more puppies for me. But then it happened. We rounded the corner and there they were. Ferrets! Three of them. They were blonde (like me), fuzzy (not so much like me...I hope), cute and curious. We had a wonderful time "chatting". And I told dh, "this is what I want for our anniversary." Fortunately, I don't think he believed me. Because we didn't come home with a ferret. Which is probably a good thing. Because I don't think the dogs would like one. Or maybe they would like one too much. (Visions of the dogs passing around a dead possum at Cinderella's eighteenth birthday party float through my mind. That was not a fun afternoon. At least not for the people. The dogs seemed to enjoy passing the possum around.)
We went to the Saturday service at church tonight. I think I mentioned that Max Lucado was preaching this evening and tomorrow. He did an amazing job preaching John 3:16. What was even more amazing to me was that he had preached his brother's funeral this morning before flying here for the service tonight. So if you have a moment and want to offer up a prayer for his brother's family, I'm sure it would be appreciated.
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