Why husband's shouldn't yard sale

Hubby and his buddy took the scooters out today and just cruised around all day. They hit a few yard sales. Fortunately, because of limited storage space, they couldn't buy a whole lot, but, do you know what WILL fit in the storage space of a motorized scooter? A bullwhip and num-chuks. Yeah. WE's already snapped himself in the back with the whip. How? I dunno. It's only a matter of time before he knocks himself out with the num-chuks.

Angel #1 spent most of this afternoon washing, vacuuming and otherwise cleaning out his new car. I can't get him to clean his room, but apparently a car is different. Now, if he can only get it to run without the whole neighborhood knowing about it, he'll be in business.

Angel #4 and I went to the library booksale today and scored big. We managed to get a copy of Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, only the greatest movie of all time, for a dime. She was also being nice and picked up a copy of the 2nd Harry Potter book for her brothers, not realizing that it was a Spanish version. I guess it'll come in handy if some fantasy loving Mexican immigrant stops by for a visit and is looking for something to read. Though, of course, that's not as funny as the time the random person dropped a hockey book written in Finnish inside our front door. That was beyond strange - and we never really did find out who gave it to us, though through a series of strange events, we have a pretty good idea.