Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Farm Sale Follies
My husband was changing the oil in the van today when his uncle drove up and uttered the sacred words "farm sale". I knew the day was over and there would be no more work done at our house. He left late this morning and came home with an orange motorcycle, a spare tire, a pickup trailer with a topper (bonus = it came full of junk) and a few other odds and ends. He spent $170 in all. It wouldn't have been bad except that I had just convinced a neighbor to buy a trailer for him for Father's day. I had to call him quick today to let him know the deal was off. It could have been disastrous. But, I guess it all worked out in the end. Except now I don't know what to get him for father's day. Maybe a subscription to farm sales anonymous?