"any good?" our #4 shouted as he entered the shed, whilst slamming the door behind him on sunday.
"any good what?" i asked
"any good stuff at the market?" coming to a halt in the living room. "oh yes, i see you did find some" his voice trailing off...
"what is it?" he inquired hesitantly.
"this my dearest child is a 'flea market find' of the utmost kind", to which i continued to educate him on just what 'a find' it was...
then he took a look at my other 'find', not having to ask what it was, as it was quite obviously a bench.
"it matches the others except it's not the same shape... did you need one of these?"
"oh yes," i replied. "it has been on my 'top ten thrifty finds' for the longest time. quite honestly i had trouble breathing when i spied it at Freemont this morning".
he paused a while...
"so how much did you pay for your finds?" came the next question.
"$20 for the 'oh my goodness, you are just perfect' embroidered picture, and $25 for the 'have been looking for you for the longest time' bench"
another pause...
"i think the bench price was okay, but i would never have given $20 for that picture"
he then went on his way to build mini stone sculptures in the yard.
some time later he appeared again, finding me admiring my sunday market purchases and marvelling at my good fortune...
"so would you say this has been the best day ever, what with your 'market finds' and your 'etsy feature'?"
"yes" i replied, "i think i would put it up there with some of my 'best day ever' days."
"well then, you've just had a 'Spongebob kind of day', congratulations and here it is" to which he promptly popped the TV on, located a recording somewhere from the depth of technology (as i can only just about figure out the 'on' button i marvel at his 'remote control' abilities) and before i knew it, i was being subjected to a singing Spongebob and our #4 chorusing together
she is off to get the dreaded pesky gray roots sorted and realizing time is running out fast, as 'old blighty' is calling her ~ Tif