No Returns

Lia and I spent most of Saturday completing little tasks around the house.  We got packages ready to return, cleaned out makeup and nail polish drawers, put stuff away, got stuff ready for Goodwill, re-potted plants, and of course sat outside on the swing.  While I was cleaning out the kitchen closet, Lia sat and watched one of her favorite channels.....Baby 1st TV (her other favorites include Sesame Street and Dancing With The Stars).

 While cleaning out the closet, I found something I thought I had gotten rid of years ago and exclaimed  "Oh my Lord, we still have this?"

I've been trying to get rid of this rooster of Mark's for 8 years.  Blah ! ! !  I'm not a huge rooster fan, and apparently Mark is since it was his "bachelor decor".  That guy is a major collector of stuff I like to fondly refer to as junk.  Whenever I talk about my stuff, or anyone elses stuff, I like to think about George Carlin's skit when he says, "Notice how much stuff everyone has?  Everyone has a lot of stuff, and why is it that all of my stuff is shit, and all of your shit is stuff?"  Hey, George said it, not me, I just think it's true. LOL.  Luckily for me, I finally found some poor sap someone enthusiastic about taking Mark's shit stuff off my hands.  Beyonce is moving in with the Garvey's......

As I was cleaning it up for its new home I texted Angie and said, "If you like it then you gotta put a rooster on it, uh uh oh" (like Beyonce says). I want Angie to be excited about her new rooster so she doesn't change her mind.  All sales final, no returns.