About a month ago, I drug the kid and Bill out of bed early one Saturday morning to go yard saleing.
They hate love it when I do that. 😉
I decided to be nice for once and give Grunt Labor the Saturday morning off.
He usually gives me Saturday mornings off, so it was long overdue.
Before leaving the neighborhood, we had lucked up on a bamboo patio table for a whopping $2 and a 5×7 leopard print rug for only $5.
Luck was on my side that day.
It quickly ended when there was a meltdown with the kid when I refused to buy a creepy $7 FurrRealz Cat.
$7 for a toy cat at a yard sale? And it looked possessed? Move along child, move along.
At the next stop though, we lucked upon a play phone, a beanie baby skunk and a Care Bears nightgown that the kid just had to have.
I’ve never been so happy to see a Ty Beanie Baby in my life.
The meltdown ceased.
As we were about to leave, I spotted something that had potential out of the corner of my eye…
A vintage paper sorter.
I looked at Bill.
His eyes lit up and he said, “We can do something really cool with that.”
He’s starting to think like me.
I asked the man how much for it.
Oh honey. You must be crazy. I don’t pay $12 for anything at a yard sale unless its furniture. Let me show you the rug I just snagged for $5.
Yep, I’m that girl, y’all.
Sorry not sorry.
We started negotiating.