November 10, 2008
The Ghost of Christmas Present
My annual, multi-family garage sale has now become something of a tradition. It's nice because every participant has their own focus, so there's a huge variety of stuff.
Dad brings antiques and weaponry; Jerry's Mom rids her closet of last year's couture clothing and accessories; Snippy Bitch brings crafts and crafting supplies; Garrance is all about the Christmas decorations and back issues of magazines; and I rotate out some home decor to make room for new stuff.
I defy you to come and not find something you can't live without! (It'll be the Saturday after Memorial Day in 2009 -- mark your calendars!)
As is bound to happen, we often find ourselves shopping each other's tables, especially when there are no more of Garrance's magazines left to look through. And I just couldn't believe that Garrance was only asking five bucks for this!
Daisy: Holy mother of God, what is THAT???
Stella: Looks like Mom got a new tablecloth.
Daisy: Not that, you dimwit! The dead-eyed dwarf with the bag of small, dead animals!
Stella: Oh. I dunno.
Daisy: We must alert Mom to its presence! MOM! MOM! Bring your gun and holy water!
PW: What the hell is your problem?
Stella: Don't look at me. For once, I'm not the instigator.
Daisy: This ogre broke into our house! KILL HIM!!!
PW: It's a plastic Santa. Plastic!
Stella: Mom, how long until dinner?
Daisy: Oh, my God! It has Mom under its spell! It's up to ME to save us all from certain dismemberment!
PW: You are the worst dog ever. Use your nose! Does it smell like a live being?
Stella: It smells like the garage.
Daisy: I'm not getting my nose anywhere near that thing! It's a threat to our very existance!
PW: Oh, I'll threaten your existance, all right. Now put down your back fur. You look ridiculous.
Stella: (lick) Tastes like the garage, too.
Daisy: How do you know what the garage ta-- Don't try to distract me! You're on its side!
Husband: Oh for Pete's sake. Just leave it where it is. She'll get used to it eventually.
Comments
Daisy looks like she thinks the [scary] Burger King is behind her. Maybe Plastic Santa is a little too close to Scary Burger King...
Posted by: Redhead Wannabe at November 10, 2008 01:32 PM
Well, I guess I'll be seeing that Santa at next years garage sale! garrance
Posted by: garrance at December 5, 2008 05:13 PM