While she returned them but didn't actually say, "You can have these little bishes back", it was definitley implied.
After all, why would my ex mother in law cherish the tiny Pilgrims I lovingly painted for her after I left her adoring son? (Insert tongue in cheek here.)
But it's about the "lovingly painted" part I want to address.
Though it's apparent they've seen better days- no shoes, no nose- I had a great time making those suckers!
And guess what? I'm think I'm going to make some more stuff like this~ even though I know the odds of it ending up in the proverbial garage sale are quite high.
At our house, when we go to buy an item, we ask:
What are the odds of this ending up in a garage sale?
Let's get the meter out and check.
If it's quite likely, we don't buy the item.
If we do purchase the item anyway, I still see to it that it gets used.
Like these:
I tell Emerson, "Look. These sunglasses that everyone knows that all dogs need nowadays were $19.99. I know you're going to put these on and be happy!"
"Do I look happy?"
"I don't care. That's almost 20 bucks, hound."
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