The rocks are smooth with wear from the water and there are pits from rocks sitting in the same spot for thousands of years. Now, you don't all know my Dad, but for those of you that do, none of you will be surprised to hear that he found a penny wedged inside one of those pits. It was really worn and dented, but we finally made the date out as 1950. Only my Dad could find money that had been in the water for about 58 years. He has an eye for things like that.
After our nice relaxing drive and walk, we finally made it back to his house. The glass of eggnog and glass of water I had earlier was now sitting heavily on the old bladder and I had to go. Bad! That's when my Dad hopped out of the car and said, "%$#&!" My keys!" He had left his keys in his truck in his locked garage and locked the front door behind us when we left. We looked in every window hoping to find a window unlocked or perhaps a gremlin waiting to let us in, but to no avail. He has a sliding glass door leading to the patio, so we decided that might be our best bet. He had left it unlocked (yeah!) but he has a board in the track to keep it tightly shut (boo!) so we were certainly locked out.
The Bean got our tool kit out of the VUE and, between the three of us, two screwdrivers, a pair of hedge clippers (don't ask) and a perfectly aligned kick by The Bean, we managed to hillbilly lowjack the door open one full hour after our mission began. Oh, it was a great moment of high fiving and excitement as we ran into the house. Not to mention I finally got to use the bathroom. (Whew).
More 5¢ finds - An assortment of vintage ornaments - the house is marked West Germany, the indented ornament has three indents around the outside and the blue ornament matches the pink one I found last week. The other three remind me of these big fluffy minty meltaway candies I had as a child.
Secretly, since my love of vintage crept into my life a few years ago, I have been wanting to bring my bunny home to my house to live with me. So, on Thanksgiving, as I patted him on his head and my Dad said, "He's yours, take him." So I did. We put him in the backseat and seat belted him in for the ride home. The Bean and I took a detour to look at the Christmas lights around the square on the way home. We had all the windows down as to not obscure the view and so we could hear the music. I did notice people looking at us as we drove by and a few smiled. Now I see that it just might have been because we had a four foot tall pink bunny seat belted in the back seat on Thanksgiving Day! Ya think?