Yes, I am doing two posts today but only because it is important.
There is this house right by my house (huh?) that has the most astonishing garage sales...I have bought almost all of my cool antique stuff from them. They have unusual things and they are really reasonable.
This morning I was supposed to meet my daughter-in-law to pick up Morgan.
And I turned at the corner heading to get her and let out out a gasp!
They were having a garage sale.
A huge one.
I didn't want to be late.
When I drove by I immediately saw this little table and it reminded me of something my daughter has been looking for... ... so I parked at the curb with my car running and I ran it up to the girl at the table and said, "I live right down the street, could you hold this for me because I don't have any money and I have to pick up my Granddaughter!"
And she said, "I know who you are! Sure!"
And as I was running back to the car I saw this iron grist mill...
... and I've been looking for something like that for a specific spot on my wall so I lugged it up to the table, too.
As I was running back to the car the second time, I saw about 12 more things I wanted including double glass doorknobs for $6 bucks a pair, some flow-blue plates, gorgeous teacups and some cool metal skeleton keys.
Yikes! No time to stop.
I called Mr. Jenny and tried to con him into going up there and grabbing those things but he inconsiderately had a conference call or some other such silliness. How could he possibly have to work when I needed him to go buy this stuff. He wasn't amenable to dropping everything and running to get Morgan either.
But I figured I would hurry her along and get back there while there was still cool stuff left.
So I picked her up.
When we got to preschool she walked like a turtle with a cast on.
Then she had to go the bathroom.
Then she had to wash her hands...twice...singing the alphabet song the whole time.
Then her teacher wanted to talk to me.
Then she needed to show me just one more microscopic injury that needed kissed.
And when I got back to the garage sale everything that I wanted was gone.
But I brought my other stuff home and just when I was turning the corner someone put up a new garage sale sign.
I ran in the house and told Mr. Jenny I was going to run up there but he said, "Wait, we'll just walk up there!"
And when we got there it was all really cool antique stuff.
And I immediately went to an old wall mounted desk and a little primitive trunk and a cool wooden trug but some other lady, who I saw pull in right before we walked up there had already grabbed them.
And why is it that when you want children and husbands to hurry they go so ridiculously slow?
But at least I got two treasures and I thought I'd share something with you other then the boring, old losing weight whining!