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Poison, the Puffy Vest, and the Patio Umbrella (Part 1)

 

Before I woke up I was having dreams about watching the clock: it was still 7:00, or then it was 8:00 but that was still okay, and then it was 9:00, and then I looked again and it was 10:00, why hadn’t I left earlier! And then I woke up for real and it was 7:30. UGH! Should I? Sleep? Go? Sleep? Go? And then the dogs were licking me in the face and my husband got up and that was the end of it, I was going.

Printed out my sheet and I was off.

As I drove down the hill I was arguing with myself which one to go to first. I finally decided that I should pick the one with the most potential good stuff to offer. So I picked the elementary school rummage sale. Good choice in the end. I scored a Yu-gi-oh Collectors Guide (I knew my son would love it), a Yu Gi Oh Duel Disk whatever for a dollar that my son and I had been looking at on ebay because his sister had ripped the elastic grip thingy off of his other one (apparently they sell for crazy money on ebay, who knew), a Dodge Disk launcher (I didn’t even know what it was til I got it home, I just knew it looked good - it turns on, battery included, and launches little foam disks across the driveway), a cute little red and white notepad and pen, a nice Quicksilver shirt and Pine Peak pants (Nordstrom) for my son, and a small metal bubble gum machine and nice black and silver soccer cleats for my daughter. I was out of there for $8.

So then I headed to the next one that I had been arguing with myself about, but on the way I found a neighborhood one that I had forgotten about. But only one neighbor had started setting up. A newly married couple and their friend. The guy was cracking jokes left and right. They had a really nice Pottery Barn chest, black, $50, would have loved to buy it, but said to him, “But where would I put it?”

“Right next to the other one you have, like we did.”

“You’re right, I do have another one.”

And then I was looking at his bride taking perfume bottles out of a purse. She started naming them off to me.

“Poison”

Her girlfriend chimes in,

“I used to wear Poison.”

The husband,

“I used to listen to Poison.”

Me,

“Did you hear Brett Michaels had a brain hemorrhage?”

The husband,

“I didn’t know he had a brain.”

Me,

“Whoa, hey now.”

The husband,

“Hey, every rose has it’s thorn.”

Okay, not very nice, I know, and if anything happens to Brett after this post, I’m truly sorry (I’ve watched “Rock of Love” and “Celebrity Apprentice” and I’m a child of the 80’s so I truly do appreciate that which is Brett Michaels - though I’m more of a Def Leppard/Van Halen girl myself) and I’m sure the funny garage sale guy is sorry, as well. But funny garage sale guy was on a roll.

As I left I said,

“You’re funny. Keep ‘em comin’!”

Anyway, the neighbors hadn’t set up so I thought maybe I’d come back later.


 

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