Melissa and I went to this big Baby-Consignment sale tonight. I could write about it, but I don’t think I could do the experience justice. Luckily, I was armed with my iPhone.
This picture isn't out of focus. It's just that my eyes have glazed over. This place is overwhelming. Those people on the right... they are in the middle of the checkout line which you can see neither the beginning nor the end from here.
I'm in no way a snob. I'm just not sure I want to buy clothes someone else's kid puked on.
Bjorn of plenty. I tried one of these on. I couldn't get the smell out of my shirt afterward. That's not good.
Hemorrhoid donut? Nope. This is something called a "boppy". Still don't know what it's used for.
Whoa... St. Elmo's Fire! This is like the 7th Circle of Sesame Street Hell.
There are a lot of things I'm willing to buy second-hand. A used toilet is DEFINITELY not one of them.
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