I am a goodwill-junkie.
My junk-of-choice is books, and our goodwill gets a terrific selection of teacher and homeschool cast-offs, so several times a month you will find me at my local goodwill scavenging like a crack-addict bag-lady searching for old smack in a dumpster.
This is hysterically ironic to me since I distinctly remember the grade-school taunts about the ultra-uncoolness of such places, and the shame associated with a family member allegedly seen frequenting such a house of ill-repute.
(Where's you get that shirt, the goodwill? I saw your Mom at the goodwill last night, she was buying you underwear! was particularly cutting.)
But as in everything else, my brainwashing must have went askew because I love going there with a passion that might embarrass some of you more religious types.
Mmm.
Cheap books. Er, exuse me a moment...
I just need to...
uh......
...
Where was I?
Ah.
So I head to visit mi amor, la tienda, on Friday, sans kiddos since DH is around for once, and lo and behold they had a ....
dum-da-da-dum...
piano.
Now my piano covetousness goes back at least 20 years, but had lain dormant until that very moment.
Now I needed a piano. I could wait no longer. My children MUST have musical education starting NOW and it must, must , must include a piano.
Any piano.
This particular piano was most likely found in the bulk garbage pickup from some seedy 70's strip club deep in Juarez or something, it was sporting at least one broken key, and acres of tawdry graffiti, carvings, scratches, and neglect.
Did that stem my unholy piano-lust?
Good news/Bad news
The good news is they WAY overpriced it and I haven't been able to talk my husband into buying it.
The bad news is they WAY overpriced it and I haven't been able to talk my husband into buying it.
(sigh)
-EH
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