(Title courtesy of statements made by my father, in my teens, oh THREE HUNDRED THOUSAND TIMES.)
But anyway. I loved hearing your thankful fors and if any new ones occur to you, you know where to find me. On this website, sort of. Unless you are a neighbor of mine in which case you can pretty much just come knock on my door. Or write me on facebook because it's just so much easier than getting off the couch.
BUT TODAY. Today I'd like to talk about my bad-ass Craigslist SKILZ.
A few years ago Bud and I made our first big purchase together, a red couch. It had that micro-suede look and feel to it and when we bought it, I knew I wouldn't love it forever. Loved the bright! ass! color! but also knew something that bold would fall out of fancy rather quickly. The sweet part of the story though is that it was our first big purchase together. We weren't married at the time (CLOSE YOUR EARS AND COVER YOUR EYES, HERE'S THE RACY PART), but we did live together and the one super sad loveseat we already had had a. been covered with a slip cover because it was that ugly and decrepit and b. that slipcover was chewed in various places by a certain dog COPPER whom I won't name. That was it for seating, I'm not even joking. We looked like we'd been robbed. Sad times in our (soon-to-be) Sypert household. So we trudged ourselves to all of those (gasp!) box furniture stores and ended up with a bright red sofa.
By the time we moved into this house I knew it was on it's way out. So I went to TJ Maxx and bought two matching paintings. Right? Good lord the logic totally escapes me now, but Ella helped me pick them out so I can at least partially blame a two year old.
I got those suckers home, put them above our startingly red sofa and knew it almost right away. I hated them. I don't know why, they had that sort of cute, bistro look to them but I only saw CHEESEY! CHEESEY! flashing in neon above them every time I looked. It took me almost a year to admit to Bud that I had wasted $100 on two crap-ass paintings (really, nothing wrong with them per se, but craptastic to me). Now he gestures towards them any time he wants to make a point about my impulsive nature. Okay Hope, but let's take this decision slowly, we don't want another repeat of (points to paintings). I've considered reaching out and breaking that finger many times but then, who would help me with my crafty projects am I right?
Where am I going with this? I'm going directly to the fact that I just sold that couch! And those paintings TODAY! On Craigslist! For a pretty hefty penny I MIGHT ADD.
WHO'S FINGER POINTING NOW BUD?
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