• 6/27/2007 10:00:00 PMFireworks - Day 6Mary, Vern and Mike helped out again today.  We have been so blessed by the number of people who want to lend a hand.  I can't express our gratitude and thankfulness enough!

    I had a strange dream last night.  I dreamed I was eating a small electric fan - like the kind you'd find cooling the cpu on a computer motherboard.  In the dream, I was told that it would enhance the flavor of the steak I was about to eat.  Instead, in the dream I dreamed I was vomiting up the fan.  I woke up and my stomach was heaving.  I thought I was going to puke for real.  weird!

    When Peggy arrived in the morning she said, "did you see that apron in the parking lot?  It was covered in something nasty - like puke."   Later in the morning, some kids drove up to the tent but stayed in the car.  The pointed over to the area where the puke was and laughed, then drove off.

    So here is what I think happened:
    Thanks to Aunt Lori's mattress, I was able to sleep deep enough to dream about having a steak dinner.  It would have been a nice dream except that during the night, some kids pulled up next to the tent and one of them puked.  I must have heard it in my sleep and began to dream that I was puking.  It makes me feel a little uncomfortable knowing what is going on just a few feet outside the tent while I am sleeping.

    The credit card machine died today.  Peggy was in the middle of a sale and it quit working.  Then in the evening, a customer came in and wanted to buy the "The Big One".  This is the single largest item we sell and goes for $199.99.  He wanted that, along with enough other items to bring the total sale to $350.  He whipped out his credit card and...  that is when she told me the machine was broken.  No problem, we'll just do a credit sale the old fashioned way - with the knuckle buster.  Shortly after we began to fill out the manual form, we asked him for his drivers license, which he didn't have.  He said, "I'll just go into WalMart and get some cash and be right back".  He didn't come back.  Something just wasn't right about the whole sale.  Perhaps this was a "God Thing".