You won't believe it......

"It was the best of times and it was the worst of times," ....really.  Now that it is over, we have laughed harder and longer than we have ever laughed in our lives. Yet, we could easily have been shot or, at best, arrested.

It all started Saturday when we went on a spur of the moment little trip to Small Town, Virginia, to source some unique jewelry items for our Thursday night costume jewelry AUCTIONS on YouTube. We had hit a few antique malls and thrift stores, and we were headed back home. We had just pulled back into Tennessee when I spotted an "Estate Sale" sign in an older, unfamiliar neighborhood.

Ken, who was in the wrong lane, hit his signal light and whipped into the right lane and turned.  But, he drove past the road where the sign was and we had to circle a hilly block to come back to the house with several cars parked around it. So,  Ken parked in front and we walked a steep incline. With each step I felt my sciatica knee pain worsen....the past few weeks I had been battling it.  I had been in bed two days last weekend.

By the time we got to the front porch, I felt I could not have made it another step! I reached for the old doorknob on the heavy door, having to give it a push. (You don't knock at an estate sale.) Simultaneously, the door opened and my leg gave way!  With a scream of pain, I collapsed in pain in the floor of the living room, just inside the door.

Ken followed me in and tried to help me get up. "To everybody and nobody I said, "I just need to sit down a minute."  Ken helped me up and to the well-worn couch. I was wondering whether an ambulance would have to be called.

After I got seated,  I focused my eyes on the man and woman. Usually these people who run estate sales are not overly friendly. The man had a very puzzled look, eyebrows knit together. The woman looked puzzled, too, and almost scared, peeking out from behind the man in the kitchen door. Ken later recalled there was a child in the kitchen, too. This made sense because there was a little toy on the couch beside me. Oddly, there was nothing else in the room that I remember.

At this point Ken said he was headed back to look at things in the rest of the house when he heard me ask, "This is the estate sale, isn't it." The man and woman merely shook their heads in a negative response, seemingly unable to mouth the word, "no."  WHAT!!!?

We were in the wrong house!  We had busted through their door with a scream and I had collapsed in their floor! It was a good thing Ken hadn't had a chance to ask, "Where is your jewelry?"

At this point, I knew I had to somehow get up and out of their house. Ken helped me get up and I managed to get to the front porch in severe pain, not sure how I would get to the car. I had to get off their porch. I got to the sidewalk and considered letting Ken pick me up, but I was afraid that they would call the police if I was just standing in front of their house.

Safely in the car, I peed my pants.

Then we started laughing....like we had never laughed before. We called our children, hardly able to talk we were so hysterical.  Our son did not find it too funny, most concerned we could have been shot. Our daughter saw the humor, but suggested we should go home and stay there.

The pastor walked up as we were telling some friends about it after church.  He asked our permission to use it in tonight's sermon.  Ken said, "Go ahead, she has told everyone on YouTube!" Lol....