I should have realized when Erin bounded into the kitchen every 2 minutes or so, asking for tape, scissors, etc., that something big was up. Turns out she was making an "urt sal" (art sale) sign. She had printed off about 40 pictures of Clifford (the big red dog) off of the computer and wanted to sell them roadside for $1 each. We bounded outside with her sign and the papers and a jar that she'd conveniently brought to hold the mounds of cash she was bound to receive.
Long story short, we live in the middle of the country and it was the middle of the day. About 3 cars passed by. Other than swerving to avoid our dog, they didn't really notice us much. Even if they had seen us, they probably couldn't have read the sign!
Of course, the minute I posted her story on facebook, people started queueing up to buy her urt. Bruce complained that at this rate she'll make more money at that than he will in real estate.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
From 7/24/10
While playing doctor today, Erin looked into my mouth and declared I had a broken uvula.
From 7/21/10
Jill Johnson Sillery can't believe the 3 cars that drove by her house (going 45 mph) didn't notice Erin's sign (in 1/2 inch letters) saying "frum Erin urt sal" and stop to buy the pictures of Clifford the Dog she printed off the computer. For the low, low price of one dollar.
From 6/15/10
Drew recommends the Old Town Buffet in Crawfordsville because "their fortunes are the most informative."
From 5/9/10
Jill Johnson Sillery is getting breakfast in bed...2 1/2 hours after getting up, preparing a cd/slideshow/reading for church, doing the dishes, and making a casserole for lunch. My family is funny but I wouldn't trade them for anything.
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