It is unfortunately still in our garage waiting for the perfect fabric to come rescue it from storage purgatory.
It has also become a thorn in Trey's side. A big, three-cushioned thorn. With good bones.
I really don't make it a habit to dig in other people's trash but the other day, I just couldn't help myself. I saw something that I KNEW our family, our ministry, simply could not live without.
Our neighbor was the Pinkston High School Mascot. Apparently, from his trash, WAS is the operative word.
Tomorrow night is Darius' last basketball game of the regular season. Do you think it would embarrass him if MaMelissa showed up with a little more Viking Pride than usual?
It would be the closest I've ever been to being a cheerleader. And I'm not bitter about that at all.