Thrift Store Fight

I had the golden ticket. I pulled the bottom half of the yellow $24.99 ticket on this totally quirky "mid-century" chair.  The thought crossed my mind that I ought to go tell the ladies up front that I had a ticket to a green chair in the back. But..I kept on shopping. Looking at everything!  I drive my own self crazy because it's like the "slots". As soon as I get up from this machine the next person that sits down is gonna hit jackpot! If I don't look through every rack then the next rack is gonna have that vintage Pucci top. 

The point is...I held on to the golden ticket for too long because this dude came in and picked the chair up and walked it to the front. He tried to buy it. But my girl up there knew that it was not "thrift store procedure" to sell something without a ticket. She told him the chair didn't have a ticket. At this point, the dude tried to buy it with cash in her face. He knew...ohhhhh he knew that this was a good chair and he had to get it before they called for the yellow ticket on the intercom. 

My girl came up and asked me, "you got a yellow ticket on a green chair?" 

I said that I did and I pulled the ticket out and jokingly told her, in a British accent, "I've got the golden ticket, Willy Wonka!" 

Well, this is when I realized I was being watched by one pissed off antique dealer (I knew he had to be bc he wanted this chair a little too much. Which made me want it even MORE!).  He went into a frenzy, saying that I should have to buy the chair right when I see it. He demanded to talk to the manager. 

Have I told y'all I have a temper?

I tried to hold back, but I failed. "HERE's MY $24 for the chair. Here it is!" Then this is when it got ugly... He gave me the evil eye and I looked right at him and said, "You win some, you lose some!" How mean (but true!) I was. I feel a little bad. We bickered back and forth a couple more times and he left in a stink. Then he called and talked to the manager over the phone. All while I was standing there. They had a rule and they stuck to it. This time it went in my favor.  I might be on the other side one day soon. Such is the life of a Junky. 

The chair is divine!

I've been locked out.

I've been locked out of my blog. Well, the door was there and I had a key, but the key had a password that I couldn't remember. When I would fiddle with it to try to create a new password, bla bla bla my DANG (I mean damn actually) old as crank, computer would lock up, sending me into a frustration frenzy and I would quit. I need a new computer badly so if you see Bert, please put in a good word. 

Anywayyy

Peanut is 13, Butter is 11, and Crunch is 9!

I will give you a little update in pics because I don't want this to sound like a Christmas letter and I really want to start posting rants again and I have been dreading this "update" post! 

CRANK NUGGETS! I am 40! I like this photo bc my wrinkly smile isn't showing

My beautiful girl. Soccer, show choir, and socializing r her!

Butter is the most driven little athlete. And the hair! Really? 

Crunch(9) is still crunchy. Hilarious. He loves sports! Who knew?

I found a less wrinkly pic of me...and Bert looks pretty dang cute, right?

This is all the updating y'all need right? The rest I will fit in future posts! I'm excited to get back into blogging. 

This here Funky Junky needs it!

Whether y'all read or not. I get to vent and tell my stories, and all of Facebook doesn't see it unless they try to. It feels a little bit more private?? Haha I just said private! I've never been private. Maybe I'm changing because I am 40. Did I mention that?

This is me being shy and private. 

I didn't know this kid, but hellooooo, he had on a shark costume! FINS UP, baby!