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It's better to ask for forgiveness than permission.
“She’ll get over it”, I thought to myself as I handed the man the rest of our cash.
But I am getting ahead of myself. Let’s start from the beginning:
This morning was uneventful. The child woke me up and we downstairs for the usual start: feed the dog, coffee and cereal.
Today was kind of special because on Friday it’s “fun day” at camp where they have a BBQ and everybody brings something. Our thing to bring was popsicles. They told me to bring about 70, so I grabbed a box of 80 at the store and tossed them in the freezer. There, done.
This morning there was a small problem because one of the freezies broke, so we ended up with 79 instead. “That’s Okay”, she says and we go on our way to camp with freezies in a cooler ready to go.
We turn the corner and drive down the street and see about five garge sales on one street. This usually never happens. We learn later that it was garage sale day in our small town and this was garage sale day. There were sales everywhere.
We call mommy and let her know because she’s looking for a few things. Mommy tells me she wants to get her nails painted and they only take cash and I need to stop at the ATM on the way home. I drop off the child and her 79 freezie pops and hit the ATM on the way home.
We decided that we should both go to the garage sales together because when was the last time we had the time to spend any time together without the child? It was a lovely morning too. Sunny, no wind…just lovely.
The first two houses were so-so and BW got a few things but nothing really interested.
Then at the next house they had 6 Apple MacBook Pro’s for sale. $20 a pop.
At first, I just cherry picked the two better looking ones and then I thought oh, heck - the older ones would be fun to tinker with so I handed the man four more 20’s and now I have six Apple Macbook Pros I am the proud owner of.
This is where it gets interesting: BW realizes that I just did the thing that she does all the time and does not like this rash decision of mine at all. I just spent all her toenail painting cash on old laptops.
“Jimmy!”, she exclaimed “Do you really need six computers?”.
“Yes. Next question?”, I replied.
This was not the answer she wanted to hear and huffed and puffed for a few minutes until she realized that this was happening as I was already headed home with six laptops tucked under my arm
After a few minutes she got over it and is speaking to me once again. We went to an Estate sale later and she found some jewelry so that made things a bit better and took the pressure off as I distracted her with shiny things for her too.
It’s a good thing this garage sale weekend is only yearly. I don’t think I could get away with this every week.
And summer camp was a hit today. She came so tired and dirty BW called from the car to get the bath ready because was filthy and exhausted. I don’t know how, but she stayed up past 9 again tonight. It’s like she can’t go to bed because she’ll miss all the fun.
Until Next Time,
TH and Co.