I can see clearly now

!We found out last month that we have to move. The house we are in is being sold so we have to move while it sits vacant for a year or more while the owners try to get more out of it than it is worth. As we were packing I ran across crap that I only see when we move. I decided that some of it has seen the last of the inside of a UHaul with us at the wheel and we made plans to have a garage sale. 

Bound and determined to unload everything I wrote up ads of all kinds and placed them in newspapers and in online publications. Larry went and rented us some tables and while I sorted and priced all of our goodies, he went to get garage sale signs. An hour later he came home just as I was finishing up tagging the last of it. As I am limping around the house rubbing aches and pains in muscles and joints I never had 20 years ago, he comes flying in the house, 14 wooden stakes in one hand and shaking two bags in the other. "99 cents! I got this can for only 99 cents!" I was wondering where the garage sale signs were and if he had been watching too many episodes of 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' but, I went along with his enthusiasm as best I could. "That is wonderful babe! I am so proud of you! What kind of can do we now own?" He produces a can of spray enamel and goes on to explain that he can spray paint some of the old boxes with this white enamel then, once they dry, cut them into pieces, staple them to the stakes and write on them. I glance at the clock. It is 8:30pm and our sale starts at 6am. I know that 5am alarm is going to come pretty early. "You do know the paint will have to dry before you can write on it", I remind him. "I know. That is why I also got a can of beer to help pass the time". And with that he heads out the door, his cans in one hand and his boxes in the other.

Minutes later the backdoor opens. "Um, what color is enamel?" he asks. I rack my brain to try and decipher his question and give an intelligent answer. All I can muster at this point in the evening is "The color it says on the can. Why?"  "Because I sprayed it and it is clear but, the cap is white. Shouldn't the paint be white?" I grab the can and look at it. It just states that it is enamel. I guess that is all you get for 99 cents. Color is extra. I look at the clock again. 8:38pm. Home Depot closes at 9pm and we have to have signs up before 6am. Larry grabs his keys and flys out the door to Home Depot waving a bag in his hand. He is going to return our 99 cent can of colorless white enamel and get signs instead. What a great idea.

Just after 9pm he comes flying through the door, 14 garage sale signs in one hand and a bag with a can in it in the other. He sees my puzzled look and offers an explanation. "So I run into Home Depot, race up to the customer service desk, toss this bag on the counter and tell the guy I need to return what is in it because when I use it, it comes out clear." to which he hands me the bag. I open it only to find his beer.

If anyone needs some clear enamel, please let me know. I have a can in my fridge.

Comments

[MOM]

Hey,does the clear enamel keep company with the cereal that Larry stored in the fridge?? Sounds like the two of you are going to have a blast when you reach the 'Golden Years'. Maybe he is just practicing for those days?????
Sure makes life interesting living with someone like Larry---I know 'cause I am married to one of those guys, too. Remember the story I told you Saturday? Hope you remember to keep Larry out from in front of those really bright work lights!
Love ya,
Mom

[Yovonne Cole]

Life is going to be more interesting now that we are in the new house. It came with a fridge and we already have our own. So, we have two now. ;)

After hearing your story, the worklights were sold in the garage sale. I had to snicker at the poor couple that bought them. They have no idea.

I love you too!