My husband sold my bookshelf. On Craigslist. Without telling me. I realized this when a strange woman was in my dining room, ooohing and ahhhing over my book case.
Me: Honey, who is this strange lady?
Farmer Ted: The woman who is buying the bookcase.
Me: Why is she buying my bookcase?
Farmer Ted: Cuz I put it on Craigslist.
Me: Why?
Farmer Ted: It was part of a set.
Oh.
You see, he had a desk in his office, that matched my bookcase. (Insert big head slap here.) Duh.
So, Farmer Ted, sold my bookcase.
That housed my books.
And piles of unimportant stuff.
And a dust bunny named Steve.
And so, I told him, in my sternest voice, that I would be taking his loot, and buying, get this, a BOOKCASE. So with loot in hand, I went to the local antique market, and purchased another bookshelf/cabinet/super cute, old rickety thing, for 3X the amount he sold my bookcase for.
SO THERE.
That will teach him to sell my stuff.
Hmmm….not that I am complaining.
I am hoping he sells my living room furniture next…
I saw a really cute chair at the antique mall…a little out of my price range…but…
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