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Life in the Fast Lane


Last weekend I posted about our lazy Saturday. This Saturday was a one-eighty. The weekend kicked off with me making a passably decent shrimp saag for dinner Friday night. The secret is to utilize a blender and crock pot. I stayed up too late, and my 5:30 wake-up call came way too early for this night owl. It was the city garage sale and we had a very successful day. Making money wasn’t as much the goal as finding a good home for the last of our baby stuff and the kids’ outgrown clothes.

The dynamic duo set up a lemonade stands and brought in about a quarter of the day’s profits. We didn’t realize how successful it would be and ran out of lemonade mix. My son is an innate capitalist. He raised the price and we still sold out. My daughter has a future in sales. She managed to sell several cups of water when the lemonade ran out.

After the yardsale, we went to a business expo then came home. Our church picnic was scheduled for the afternoon but it poured down rain at our house. I texted a friend and found out it wasn’t raining at the park, so I prepared the coleslaw and off we went. Fashionably late, we had dinner and visited with our church family.

We were home long enough for me to grab my snack for my mom’s night out paint and sip session at a the new art supply store in town. I came home a little after ten! Whew what a long day!

Are you a night owl or early bird or someone in between?

4 thoughts on “Life in the Fast Lane”

  1. I’m a morning person who never gets enough sleep. Once I force myself out of bed, I’m usually running full steam. One of those people who could chatter your head off before the coffee has finished perking. But I need to make myself get more sleep – there’s always so much to do!

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