Yard Sale and Other Stuff

We're getting ready to have a yard sale on Saturday, so we've been going through every nook and cranny of our condo, and we're also going through Michelle's parents' house. I've always been a bit of a hoarder, where I find it hard to throw things away, but Michelle has been working hard to get me away from that. I used to save movie ticket stubs and receipts for Starbucks like I would need them for the IRS someday. Or maybe I thought I could use the ticket stubs as an alibi? I'm not sure why I kept them. Michelle is going to find my hidden stash someday.

We came across about 50 VCR tapes which we haven't touched in 2 years. We have a VCR, but I honestly couldn't tell you where it is. Apparently Michelle knows where it is. I felt really old going through these. This means that my kid(s) will grow up in a house without a VCR hooked up to the TV? How crazy is that? Remember having to rewind a movie before you returned it to the video store? I can't wait to talk about this 20 years from now. It sounds so stupid now, never mind in the future. And some VCRs were slow as hell, so you spent like 5 minutes waiting for the thing to rewind all the way. Oh, and there was always one person in the house who never rewound the movies, so when you went to watch something, you got all pissed because the credits were rolling. Oh man, I hated that. It's like grabbing the OJ container and there's half a sip left.

Anyway.

On Sunday, we were at the in-laws house, and and Michelle and her mom were cleaning out the basement. I was the muscle, carrying all sorts of crap outside. So Michelle calls me downstairs, and I figure there's more to carry up. Oh no. Michelle throws this giant exercise ball into the air, and the in-laws' dog, Lilly, comes flying in and fires the thing around with her nose, like a seal would do. Not a regular seal, you know, one of those Aquarium seals.

Michelle's mom is sweating her ass off, her hair is all messed up, and she has a look of utter confusion on her face. In the mean time, Michelle is trotting around wearing a pair of black high heals and some old jacket which her grandmother wore like 80 years ago. She asks me how cute the shoes are, and tells me this jacket is back in style.

Mmm nice.

Later on in the day, we ended up finding our way to Trader Joe's, and man, do I miss this place. We walk out with all sorts of frozen meals, snacks, chips, pirate's booty, 2 bottles of wine, and a 6 pack of Trader Joe's beer for like, 52 bucks.

Then some lady at Trader Joe's asked Michelle if they had crackers. Michelle's like, uh, "I would think so." If you knew Michelle, you would know what she really wanted to say, and it was probably something like, "Lady, why the eff would you ask me that? Do I look like I work at Trader Joe's?? Do you see me wearing a giant ass Hawaiian shirt? No. Now go away." But she was very polite. Michelle has this thing where EVERYONE talks to her. No matter where we are, it's like she's a friggen tour guide. People comment on her clothes and ask her for directions.

I can honestly say I have never had a stranger comment on my clothes. Maybe I'm a little jealous they haven't.