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Fort-building supplies
Jan. 24th, 2007 07:26 pmMechamom has been known to go to auctions from time to time, by which I mean once every month or two. For a while she was buying things like silverware and crystal for five bucks a lot and turning around and selling it on eBay for up to $50 a piece, and since mecha and I took care of all the picture-taking, picture-editing, and picture-uploading-to-photobucket, we were getting a cut. It was kind of sweet except that there were so very many pictures to take and edit.
BUT ANYWAY. Apparently she went to an auction either this morning or yesterday, and bought me something. As excited as she was to call me about it I think it was probably this morning. She was just stoked about letting me know what she had bought for me.
An entire case of frosted cherry Pop-Tarts.
Seventy-two boxes.
Apparently some grocery stores are going out of business and so are offloading entire flats of inventory, which explains why mechamom walked away with 864 Pop-Tarts for 11 dollars. According to her math, I could eat one box per two weeks and thus finish them all ahead of their expiration date three years hence. That is a lot of Pop-Tarts.
My second coherent thought about this, which I shared with her over the phone, was that if I wanted I could ask her to bring them all down here at once and I could build a fort out of them.
The first thought, though, was that Chris would have found this hilarious.
Even coming into a massive windfall of toaster pastries can be a little sad, it seems. Though mainly just... very, very bizarre.
BUT ANYWAY. Apparently she went to an auction either this morning or yesterday, and bought me something. As excited as she was to call me about it I think it was probably this morning. She was just stoked about letting me know what she had bought for me.
An entire case of frosted cherry Pop-Tarts.
Seventy-two boxes.
Apparently some grocery stores are going out of business and so are offloading entire flats of inventory, which explains why mechamom walked away with 864 Pop-Tarts for 11 dollars. According to her math, I could eat one box per two weeks and thus finish them all ahead of their expiration date three years hence. That is a lot of Pop-Tarts.
My second coherent thought about this, which I shared with her over the phone, was that if I wanted I could ask her to bring them all down here at once and I could build a fort out of them.
The first thought, though, was that Chris would have found this hilarious.
Even coming into a massive windfall of toaster pastries can be a little sad, it seems. Though mainly just... very, very bizarre.
