Fred Sanford and Caffeine Withdrawal...

Fred Sanford strikes again...

My husband is a pack rat.  He won't admit to it, but he is.  If he is on a job site and people are getting rid of something, he'll take it.  Why?  Just in case.  Really?  I mean, at the rate we're going the junk he has collected will require a bigger home than we live in - as it is the shed is about half the size of the house!

So I finally convinced him to start selling some stuff on Craigslist.  We haven't gotten many hits but things are slowly starting to leave the premises and I am happy about that.  A couple of weeks ago he sold a set of roto-toms (they were to his drum set) and he was asking $75 for them.  So this guy responds to the ad and he's like "Oh, I want them, I want them...can I come by tonight?"  We were psyched and gave him the address and he told us he was going to dinner first and then he'd be over.  Fine, sure, no problem.  Well, he calls two hours later and is like "Um, listen, I have $60 in cash and $15 in QUARTERS!"

I kid you not...

Tomorrow we have someone coming over to buy a Sears "White Gas" stove from 1964!  Why we needed this, I have no idea.  Someone was throwing it out and my husband just had to have it.  Well, not anymore.  That's being sold for $20.  It's pretty banged up on the outside but the inside is immaculate.  I hope the guy still wants it when he gets here.

I'm cutting back on my coca cola.  Clearly, it is not my friend.  I drank WAY too much of it yesterday and besides not being able to sleep last night, I had bad acid reflux all night long.  I was miserable.  So today, I have been cola free and have the headache to prove it.

That should make for a cheery me early tomorrow morning when the stove guy comes...