When your packing up your stuff to move, around halfway through it hits you... I'm never going to use this stuff, here or in my new place. Which inevitably prompts the trip to good will to get rid of things you have double of and the stuff your never going to use. Except for my boyfriend and I any trip to good will means a trip inside to feed the book addiction. Problem was once we got in there we got a bit... carried away.
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| My Crack |
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Long story short we ended up buying what seemed like half the store because we found a bunch of stuff we never thought we needed for our new place. In the process we had a pretty bitching adventure and found a bunch of old nostalgic stuff for prices I would have killed for ten years ago.
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| Case and Point |
When we weren't finding relics from our past we were just goofing off and finding crap we kinda wished we could put in our place but knew better than to try.
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| I don't know honey we could use it as a cat dish. |
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| The one chair that I could fit in perfectly |
So about an hour later than we originally intended and with a cart of stuff we didn't know we had needed. We checked out blissfully unaware that we had a major problem looming in the near future. Unfortunately it wasn't until we got to the parking lot that we realized what we had gotten ourselves into. More specifically we had gotten ourselves into a single cab truck with an entire cart load full of stuff.
Solution? Pile it atop the smallest person on hand (in this case me) and pray that they can keep a hold of all your stuff without breaking any of it. Moral of the story? Remember who's car you brought to the store before you go on a shopping spree.
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Just found your blog... so glad I did. Love this post. (Have you been talking to my wife?)
You have exposed one of my dark secrets. Every time I go to a thrift shop to donate something I come home with more than I took... especially books.
My wife tells everyone that they can review the contents of my life in the myriad of boxes in our basement. When she asks me where something is and I hesitate to answer she states, "I know, it's in a box somewhere, right?" Ouch.
Got you bookmarked, keep writing.
How funny! Second hand stores/charity shops are d.a.n.g.e.r.o.u.s!
Best of luck with the move :) xx
I love goodwill adventures, and I can hardly walk into a goodwill shop without buying a book too. I'm going to really regret that habit someday when I have to move boxes and boxes of books from one place to the next.
that gargoyle thing is awesome though, I would have bought that in a heartbeat.
Me too! Even though I don't own a cat I do have a couple of bags of kisses that would feel most comfortable being guarded by "Fang Shui".
I'm your newest follower, just found your blog, too funny. I'll be waiting to see what you have posted who cares what everyone else has to say about moving in with your boyfriend, let them live their lives the way they choose, and you live yours the best way that will allow you to become the most successful person possible, who cares what they think or say.
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You and my wife would get along great. at least once a month she says she just has to go to the goodwill sale. But unfortunately when we do go I find more junk that she does.
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