So, Here's What Happened...

Good gracious, people. It is crazy talk around here. The whole 'chicken with it's head cut off' is what we are starting to resemble. 

Ooooh! Ooooh! Rabbit Trail. When I was a little girl I had an aunt named Therse. Except, I thought her name was 'Thirsty.'  And it was odd because every time I saw her it was the summer and I was actually thirsty. The irony was not lost on my six year old mind. Oooh! And onnce I went to visit her and got flogged by her chickens! True story. What the heck did that have to do with anything? Oh, yeah! Chickens. 

Remember how I told you we were trying to sell our house? 

Move it, woman. I'm trying to take beautiful pictures here. 

Well, I think we've sold it. And of course we are thrilled about that but here's how it went down. 

Buyers: We'd like to buy your house and we'd like you to be out in seven days. 

Us: Er...Come again?

Buyers: So, do we have a deal?

Us: Sold. 

Billy: Quick, to the bat phone! 

The bat phone being my Mom. 

I also roped my friend Kristi and my cousin Kathryn into the madness. 

As I was tossing things into boxes abandoning my plan of culling and cutting and being minimalistic I tried to just keep my eyes on the prize:

The prize being our lonely lot that is just waiting for us to build on it. And yes, I know that Jesus is actually what I should be keeping my eyes on. 

So, Jesus and the lot. And I should watch out for chickens.