I stopped at a few yard sales.
The a/c in my car is on the verge of going kaputsky. Sometimes it comes on. More often it does not. At 110 degrees the only thing that makes it bearable is the reggae music I blast instead of the a/c.
The last couple of weekends I've left the house early, with a few dollars in my pocket that I shouldn't be spending any which way. This is after I take my baby pom Abby for a strut around the block in her baby stroller. Beneath her little doggy bottom, I tuck a frozen ice cube pad to keep her cool.
I try to hit all the yards sales in a circular motion and run as many errands as possible along the way. Try as I might, I can't help from the thinking "My gas, my gas." Every yard sale that sucks now seems to cost extra in wasted gas.
But then, just as you're about to call it a day you stumble upon a few little somethings that make it all worthwhile. Like the old little couple in the gaudy gold frame. I felt sorry for them so they came home with me for a quarter. I feel kinda bad for referring to their frame as gaudy but I guess it's okay considering that I happen to be quite fond of gaudy things.
A few pretty baubles. Can't have too many of those. What I really got bent out of shape over was that beautiful odd shaped blue velvet box.
Hmmm. I'm guessing that it was made to hold a bejeweled stickpin perhaps? Too bad that there is no mention of a jewelers name in gold anywhere. I shant complain though. I'm just glad to call it mine.