Last weekend was our subdivision-wide garage sale -- AKA a
subdivision-sized chocolate brownie with three juicy cherries on top for
the 3-year-old packrat that lives under my roof.
Brian generously topped off Harper's [already coin-filled] purse with three $1 bills to spend on "anything you want!" before he dashed off to work out at our new property...
...leaving me as the solo fun-sucking parent to answer to her continuous and exhilarated requests of, "MOMMYYYY! Ohhhh, come wook! Wet's get 'dis!"
When it was all said and done, she came home with a junky doll house [complete with a full family of dolls, furniture, and accessories], a gaudy Halloween/jack-o-lantern frame, and a collection of crap from the garage of a retired teacher [you know, stickers and paper pads and dice and dry-erase boards from one of those "4 items/$1 type of tubs].
Annnnnnd in light of saving my marriage, I managed to talk her down from a $10 ceramic lawn ornament, a $1 used
sock monkey for Scarlett [previous property of the neighbor's dog], and
a $5 candle-holding/singing Mrs. Claus [?] juuuuust to name a few.
#packratforeverandever #idigress
She was so thrilled to show Brian her loot the next morning and immediately asked him if he/we could take her shopping at "some more garage stores sometime soon!" :)
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