As the Garage Sale season comes to a close I morn. I weep for the lost weekend adventures, the bargains, and the romance that is other people's junk. I will miss the rush of finding something great for barely nothing. My kids will miss the gluttony of "new" toys and clothes. Perhaps even Mr. Hotness will feel a twinge of loss (as in, he won't have as many reasons to poke fun at me and my precious junk).
How often do you get to be Lord over your own tiny little world for just a dollar?
And, no, this is not for the kids. These are all mine. MINE I tell you! But, maybe, if the kids are really good and pretend to like everything I make for dinner tonight, maybe I will let them watch me play with these.
P.S. Can anyone tell me what this line is from?:
"Looks like Darth Vader's bathroom."