Oh. The weather is inclement today. I must have a laundry full of laundry.
This is how laundry glowers at you. It can become quite the malevolent force when left to breed for the week-end. Those soccer socks were not there before I took this photo. I swear that pile breathed when I opened the door.
So I took the youngest born and fled to a safe and happy haven where Ron and Bryan bestowed me with some oppin' booty...and it was good. I spied this big vase through the window of my favourite op- shop on the week- end having taken the sad ten year old for a 50 cent cone to get the toddler to sleep. (Honestly, the reasons I make up to go there and now I'm involving the children.) Nanna had come over with the Freddos and the divine Miss M was pumped. She has her own addiction which we'll get to another time.
Is it bad to be waiting outside the oppie at 9 am Monday to get that thing you saw? Is this becoming a little problem? My monogamous relationship with this particular op shop was rewarded with some other goodies too, none of which I needed.
I find if I go to other op shops sometimes the op shop karma is adversely affected and no booty is forthcoming for a while. It is also affected by the quality of one's donations. I have heard the keepers of the op shop speak in a low and cranky voice of those who dump junk. It will never be me because they give me too many discounts and I want to stay friends.
As I was sticking the keys in the ignition I glimpsed something very orange glowing in the window display. It was not there before. Ron had popped it in just as we were leaving.
I had to go back in and then got the plastic doilies that had just appeared on the counter. Ron was asked not to put anything else out until he saw my car drive away.
She is exhausted and holding herself back from the slotted spoon. If she patiently allows me to loiter in the oppy, I grant her a kitchen utensil for the sand pit. Please don't judge harshly.