Another find in the boxes yesterday--a big farmer costume left over from Halloween. Luci had a ball trying to walk in this thing.
It overcame Bryan and he couldn't stand up.
J.T. did a little better; here the kids are posing as American Gothic.
We cleaned up part of the garage yesterday, in order to be able to pull the van inside. (Don't tell John we cleaned out half the garage! It is a surprise. When he gets home from his Army training on Saturday, we hope he is happy with the work we did. He has no internet access where he is, so I don't have to worry about his seeing this blog before he gets home.) The garage is still half full of boxes, but gradually we are putting things away in the house and some things go into the basement. I managed to find a van-full of items to take to charity. Better to bless someone else than fill up the basement with things we will never use again. Oh--and I ought to tell you that I don't ever, ever de-clutter any personal items of John's. He knows his junk (oops, I mean possessions!) is (are?) safe.
J.T. found a cap of John's and the kids all posed in it. (Yes, we keep his current cap in a box in the closet, well-protected! This is an old one.)
Cute, but somebody shut that door!
Did anyone hear me? Shut the door! Oh, my goodness--I sound just like my mother!