Today is junk day so I made my way through the rain and wind to Urban Renewals, my favorite junk store on the planet.
My haul was small in quantity but ginormous in quality.
I kept my cool when I saw the McCoy pitcher for 5.99. But just barely.
And I ask you, how on earth was I to resist a bright yellow elephant watering can with googly eyes?
See that book in the back? It's a Popular Mechanics Home Handyman Encyclopedia and Guide published in 1961.
It has lots of instructions.
Like how to make your own bamboo windchimes.
How to install radiant flooring into an outdoor doghouse.
Instructions for building your own pool and diving board.
I kind of like the driftwood candelabra.
Be careful with it though! Or else you could have a...
Christmas tragedy!!!
Who knows why the homemade floating playpen never caught on.
Look ladies, you can spackle too!
But they know that you really want this.
A chair to sit in while you gossip. Of course!
I love this book! Such a sense of optimism! There's a whole section on building boats and the men in the illustrations all have nice slacks and sweater vests on.
Onto an entirely more ridiculous subject...
My husband. Have you met him?
He looks so sensible doesn't he?
This man got himself involved in his very first internet flame war.
What was it about?
Not politics.
Not religion.
Not the environment.
No, David fell into the "cry-it-out vs. co-sleeping" trap.
I spent some time there myself about ten years ago when Rebecca was a baby. Message boards were very popular and for post-partum hormonal women they were a place to make your parenting opinions known.
David was busy earning a living through all of this so he never got involved in this sort of thing.
Then Facebook happened. David loves Facebook. It is a great outlet for someone who is relentlessly outgoing. And it all went well until one of his friends mentioned letting her baby cry herself to sleep.
Since I have shown you pictures of my kiddos snuggled in my bed I think you know how we feel about this issue, but I have the good sense not to get involved.
David could not help himself and so began the drama of the day. He started forwarding me messages from other people on Facebook who let their kids cry. "How should I respond?" he'd ask.
"Ignore it." I typed back.
Then he'd forward another one. "But what about this one?!!?"
"Ignore it." I typed back.
"You can't expect me to ignore this one!!!!" he sent.
"Ignore it." I typed back.
It's been an hour since he sent me an email so I am hopeful that he took my advice and hasn't found himself unfriended by mobs of angry mothers.
If he sends me another email though I know just what I am going to do.
Ignore it. :)
