For the Love of Garage Sales

Today, on the way home from Walmart, I made an impulsive decision to follow the neon pink sign that screamed "GARAGE SALE -->"

Now, when you become a mother, particularly a mother of four children in five years, you tend to lose some reasoning capabilities... and common sense. All four of my angels had turned into demons in transit from home to Walmart. They perfected their whiiiiiine the entire way around Walmart, and when that wasn't enough to break me, they turned it up a notch to full fledged whining mixed with perfectly placed sobs of despair on the way home. So this was the state of my brood when the neon sign screamed at me. We were almost home, and both of my girls were teetering on the brink of dehydration, but being the good mother that I am, I ignored their near-death-state-of-being, because... well, because all common sense is lost on me at this point. My eldest immediately noticed that I did not make the turn to go home, and leaned forward as far as possible in her car seat, demanding to know where we were going. The minute "garage sale" left my lips, the demons were cast out, the heavens parted and my angels returned. In a peal of resounding excitement, Sophia yelled gleefully into her sister's face, "JAZLYN!! We are going to a GARAGE SALE! Oh Mama, you are just SO NICE! I just LOVE you Mama! We are going to a garage sale!"
So we did.

I got this cool pedometer, so now I know how many steps I take. Totally necessary.

 I better go walk some more...
Maybe I'll walk in circles aroumd the kitchen island.
Or maybe I'll just shake my arm around.

Then we went home and did this.