Yesterday I stopped back by the house whee I got the AnnaLee Dolls. They had some wonderful old oak tables, ice boxes and wardrobes that were just so nice. I saw a little old primitive spice box with 8 drawers sitting on a shelf. When I asked how nuch it was, the lady responded, "Oh, you couldn't afford that. It's antique." Well, that pissed me off - pardon the French. I can afford $100.00 - I'm not rich, but I'm not poor either. (And it was not worth $100.00 by a long shot) I said, "Yes, I understand that it is antique, but how much IS IT?" She told me, "It is ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS." Now, I suppose that she had had people trying to get stuff from her for cheap the past two days. You know how garge sales are and people that want stuff for little to nothing. But, I hadn't offered her 50¢ for it. I hadn't offered her anything fo the Annalee Dolls - SHE decided they were worth $1.00. I wish I could have whipped out a $500 Dollar Bill and said, "Do you have change?" I just got in the car and left. But, I'm still fuming.
As I type this, DH has his head in the toliet throwing up. Stay away - I do not want whatever type of stomach crud you have drug home this time.
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