Close your eyes and imagine standing in line with a pack of wild dogs waiting for raw meat. We went to a few church rummage sales this week and that's exactly what it felt like. Oh my was it a frenzy! The lines outside of each venue were full of toothless, smelly rummage-salers yelling, "Open the doors! Open the doors!". I wish I was exaggerating. We did leave with some goodies and, now that I'm prepared for the certain brutality of church rummage sales, I'm planning to build an obstacle course in our back yard and spend the next year teaching EZ E and Kicky to dodge in and out of spindly legs and walkers and snatch fabulous pottery off of bowed folding tables. I may even construct toothless cardboard revelers that pop up and snatch toys out of their little hands. Game on!