That Never Happens
This entry was posted on 4/25/2009 4:00 PM and is filed under blather.
Yesterday my sister came over, wanting to borrow our edger. We looked all over the garage for it but never found it. Turns out she thought we had an electric edger. Nope, just an old fashioned chopper style thingy. She was planning on renting an electric one from the hardware store. She lives on a huge corner lot and has about a mile of lawn to edge. Then, another sister showed up, wanting to know if we were interested in an estate sale right down the street.
The bunch of us piled into her car and went on over to the sale. I bought a covered corning ware dish to replace the one Zack broke during lent. I've been looking for one for a few weeks but always got to the sale late. Those corning ware dishes go fast. Just like the tupperware. OH, I got another tupperware bowl with a cover, too. The sale had some nice furniture but I decided I can't even afford $30.00 on a nice wooden rocker right now. I really don't need another rocker at all.
Kate found several kitchen implements that she wanted and we went down to the basement where we found
an electric edger!
And it worked!
That NEVER happens!
I've been looking for a corning ware dish, the likes of which every kitchen in America owns, which means every single estate sale ever has at least one and I wasn't able to score one for a month of sales and Katie finds exactly the item she only realized she wanted an hour ago.
It's like the Estate Sale Fairy had just sprinkled her with dust.
Katie just called.
The edger died one second after she plugged it in at home.
The Estate Sale Fairy is a mean bitch.
