Hey guess what??
Remember a while back I wrote a post about how, when I was 20, I had more attitude than brains and I tried to be a firefighter? Then I grew up and got "smart" and figured out stuff and junk and decided I would try to stick with what I'm good at and do things for the right reasons? Unless I got side-tracked by astronaut school?
Well, I signed up for astronaut school. Only it's not exactly for astronauts. And it's not even school. We bought a junk store.
I am not even kidding.
A for real honest to goodness junk store. The kind of place that has everything from vinyl records and cookie jars to books and coffee makers. There's so much stuff in there I keep expecting to hear the theme song to Sanford & Son every time I walk in the door.
I am excited and slightly nauseous about being the owner of so much stuff. But mostly excited.
You know the term fixer-upper right? It's like that to the power of infinity times three.
But there are so many possibilities and it's a real part of the community. *And* all my dishes and glasses came from there and if it closed where would I buy my next mini-bundt pan that I could ruin?
So it looks like you won't have to hear (very often) about Safeway being out of chicken.
Although, today they were out of cucumbers.