Sat Jun 05 2004 10:06 Mr. Spiny::
It's fun to think of him living his life in the briny deep, snapping at plankton (or whatever he eats). Now his skeleton is sitting on my coffee table.
The sale continued into the back yard of the lady next door. You could hardly get onto the patio for the stuff--she had barrels of junk not even unpacked. It was a huge, incredible mess, and nothing worth having. There were three --count 'em, THREE!-- bride and groom wedding cake statuettes.
This experience made me think even more of my own pile of stuff. What will we ever do with it? Arrrgh.
At least I don't have anything tacky. Except the kitsch creche.
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