Now Playing: "Star Wars Episode 3 : Revenge of the Sith"
Current Mood : Beyond lucky !
Today is the last and only time I will *ever* schedule a doctor appointment for 8am ! I mean, it's great to be the first appointment - there's been no time for everyone to run late - and have it over with, but the amount of sheer scurry to get all of us ready on time had me ready for a nap in the waiting room ! Plus, I have this stupid, irrational medical anxiety. Even when I know darn good and well that the worst that'll happen is that I'll have to get on a scale, I can't sleep the night before I have any sort of contact with medical professionals.
And I forgot it was trash day, and if I don't have that can out at least a half hour before I'm required to, the pick-up guy will skip us, and it'll be Friday night before they come back around. So I had to run around gathering trash cans in 40mph winds just before I jumped in the car for the appointment. Next time, 9am. Maybe then I can get some breakfast !
Got my meds renewed for another year, and was out of there a bit before 9. Just in time for a yard sale ! Where we live, you have to buy a $10. license to have one, and it allows a three-day sale. The three days have to be consecutive (that's why we occasionally have Thursday sales) and an address can only have two per year. Annoying, but Thursday sales are always fun.
Unfortunately, rain's been forecast for today and tomorrow, and the charitable organization holding today's sale was understandably hesitant to put much stuff outside. So they crammed most of it inside, and there was barely room for my big hips to move around. Another side benefit to Thursday sales is that they're not usually well-attended. This one was an exception. Evidently, there's not much else going on today...
I beelined it for toys and crafts, only to find another customer and her son - about Dearest's age - had completely taken over the limited space. And she was on her phone, asking someone if this toy or that one was worth $X., and what it was getting on eBay. (sigh) I considered going under the table after ten minutes of patient waiting, but there was nowhere to go on the other side.
Other people began to gather, but they still held the fort, pretty much everything she'd asked about still clutched in her fingers. Her son started to whine about a toy he wanted, but she was too busy on the phone to tell him if he could have it or not. So we all stared at each other. Not sure why or when she got the clue, but eventually she moved on, returning later to put pretty much everything back, except the one her son wanted.
After all that, I didn't find much. There was a vaguely Star Wars looking spaceship that I thought my Dearest Son would like, and a nice set of DPrincess paper dolls. I'll probably end up scanning them, too - I know you can't wait to see what Ariel's underwear looks like. No dolls at all, unless you count the very live Persian-mix cat who purred at my ankles. What a sweetie ! Paid for those - $1.25 ! - and went outside.
Found a walkie-talkie lookin' thing with the Barbie logo on it amid the cordless phones, but didn't think much of it. At least six thousand articles of clothing sprawled in and half out of a field of boxes, with some interesting tidbits here and there. While digging for something with stars on it (it ended up being nothing I wanted), I found a nice blue remote-control Barbie car ! Two seater, seatbelts, steering wheel, and windshield intact - even the rear view mirrors were there. Nice ! The charity representative said everything back here was 25c each, and so I asked if that included the car. Yep !
Found a brand-new Star Wars pillowcase, a nice orange windbreaker for Beloved Hubby, black velvet pants and a pink blouse for me, blue ruffled trim, a brand-new pair of lavender slippers, and a VHS copy of Tommy Boy. Paid the nice lady my wallet's last $2., and carried my booty to Molly. But I didn't put the Barbie car away. Y'see, I thought that walkie-talkie Barbie thing might just be the remote. So I aimed it at the car. Nothing. Well, batteries could be dead. Maybe there'd be something on the car's underside that'd tell me if - oh ! An on/off switch. Yes ! It works ! The batteries were still good ! Wow !
Offered to pay them the 25c for the remote, but they told me it went with. Which was good, since I wasn't sure there was any change left in Molly ! Got my goodies home and began the research. Found - on the Hasbro.com site - that Dearest's toy is a Droid Tri-Fighter, complete with Buzz Droids stored in the center sphere. Appeared in Revenge of the Sith, and the toy hasn't been made since the film's release. Oh, was he gonna love it !
Mattel's website didn't have anything about the ‘new' car, but the date on the underside is 1999, and we can't expect ‘em to keep records forever. The R/C Beetle had the same remote control device, and that was what I had questions about. The number panel seemed to be fake - buttons didn't move when pushed. Were they supposed to do anything ? Nope. Just there for ‘imaginative play', so a kid could pretend it was a cell phone. Only the two triangle buttons (forward, turn reverse) worked. Once inside, I got a surprise - the headlights worked, too. Cool !
The blouse fit tighter than I like, but the pants fit great. Comfy ! Tossed the blouse in the donations box, and the new clothing acquisitions in the laundry. Dearest just loves his new spaceship, and he knew right away what it was. It took me ten minutes with Google to find out ! He likes the new car, but likes his Tri-Fighter better. I'm saving the pillowcase for when he's home Saturday.
And I know of four yard sales tomorrow...
