When I started my blog, I had so much fun writing about my strange life experiences but it seems like in the last year nothing strange enough to write about has happened. I don't want to waste time writing about boring crap that no one is going to want to read so what should I write about?
I guess I will start with the yard sale I had last week. Yard sales are way too much work and I hate doing them but I really needed some money because Dave is taking me to Italy in October and I am going to be missing work and not getting paid (oops! I used up all of my vacation days). So Dave helped me because he is the sweetest man that ever lived. He carried most of the crap outside for me and, because I forgot to wear pants with pockets, he let me stick all the money in his pockets. During the yard sale he carried heavy items for people and after the yard sale he helped me load up the car and drop all the leftover crap off at the D.I. He's the best boyfriend EVER! So the yard sale...not much happened to write about except for one thing that I thought was funny. This lady was interested in buying a dress that I bought a few years ago and then never wore because of the wibby-wibby on the tops of my arms, also known as Relief Society Arms. Anyway, before blowing a whole $2 on a dress, she wanted to try it on to make sure it fit. So I let her into my house to try on the dress. I showed her to the bathroom and then returned to my customers while she tried it on. She was taking a long time so I decided to make sure she wasn't somewhere in my house going through my useless crap in the hopes of finding something valuable. When I checked on her she was still in the bathroom and I asked how it was going and she came out and gasped and said, "You're so pretty!". This was unexpected. Outside she had been talking to me for 20 minutes about how her son was returning from a mission and how she wasn't LDS and that she needed a dress that wouldn't be to revealing, about her own yard sale that she had had the week before, about moving from a big house into a smaller townhouse nearby...so I wondered what kind of gargoyle I had appeared to be before she had tried on the dress as opposed to after. She sounded so shocked at her own exclamation about my appearance. I wondered if maybe I was like Jerry's girlfriend on Seinfeld...the one that was beautiful in certain lights and a nasty hag in others. Or was it that she really liked the dress but couldn't possibly part with $2 for it and she was trying to flatter me into giving her a better price. I didn't. $2 was a damn good deal and I wasn't about to go any lower, especially since I wasn't sure I should even be flattered...I was feeling more insulted by how surprised she was that she found me suddenly attractive.
Anyway, that was the most interesting thing that happened at my yard sale.
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I love the yard sale story. I wonder if I'm a two-face too. Probably not...just consistently hideous. Dave is a prince. I'm glad he's so good to you!
ReplyDeleteWhat is it with you Walker women not realizing that you're beautiful? Especially Amy :)
ReplyDeleteoh man, I am laughing because it's so necessary to have good topics of conversation at that place. Otherwise a person could honestly feel like life wasn't worth living after a while. Mind numbing. That's how I'd describe the work. You are very attractive...in whatever light. Maybe the woman was working up courage to tell you that. I do that sometimes. Over analyze if someone will think I'm creepy or am being insincere if I tell them they are beautiful.
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