This is Fashionista's peanut plant. No, we don't live in Georgia. I have no idea how peanuts will feel about Michigan soil and climate. We shall see.
But I am stalling.
The truth is: I woke up with this verse on my lips. Yes. Verbally being spoken out of my own lips as I brushed my teeth.
"Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal, but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also." Matt. 6:19-21 ESV
And all I can think about is the toilet paper. The 433 rolls of toilet paper smashed into the top of the entryway coat closet. The Costco toilet paper.
That toilet paper is not where my heart lies. To prove it, I am considering having Fash set up a toilet paper stand today. Kind of like a lemonade stand. And the rolls will be free. 300 rolls of toilet paper.
This will not even seem unusual in our 1970 something suburb.
Oh, when you let your conscience be your guide....
Heidi
