The Only Blog Post Created Today That Doesn't Mention The Election.

Yesterday we had a garage sale.  As always, I was amazed by what people will buy, and how little they want to pay.

There was some rare treasure to be had.  Like the novel that had been "Made into a disturbing erotic film starring Kris Kristofferson."  Or the underpants emblazoned with the Guinness logo that a lady bought for her future daughter-in-law.

There were also what I like to call "non-premium" items.  One of the things I sold was a stuffed dog I made for the Fella many years ago when I still had enthusiasm and motor skills.  He wasn't a real dog, but he was really stuffed.  We agreed to get rid of him because the Fella said he had a scary face.  And he was right - the dog had maniac eyes, an overstuffed head and strange lips that were quite undoggy.  He looked a little like Jeff McMullen, but much, much uglier.

This is probably the mental image you have, but please try a little harder.  He looked nothing like this:

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A lady bought him for her grandson.  She said the dog looked angry, like he wanted to bite her, and she hoped he didn't frighten the little boy.  I was going to ask why she would give a youngster a toy like that, but I held my tongue.  A sale's a sale, and I needed that two dollars.  But for the rest of the day I kept thinking how much she must dislike that child.