Tomorrow is our neighborhood yard sale. I can’t wait to unload all this
useless crap bunch of treasures. If we haven’t used it since we got here – gone – outta here – bye-bye! I better hurry up and sell all the toys the kids ignore before we find out that they are coated in lead paint, LSD & insecticide on top of a soon to be named poisonous substance that you can choke on just by staring at! Gotta give myself a big pat on the back, or another beer, whichever takes less energy (ahhh refreshing), as I researched all toy recalls before I put them in the sale. Got a bag of Thomas stuff that I am sure will help justify any behavior problems with my kids for the next 30 years. Maybe they can even get some type of government paycheck from having been exposed to the lead-coated “Skarloey.” Hmmmm…..
True story; I remember going to visit my mom shortly after #1 son was born. She insisted we use the lead coated crib with the perfectly strangling neck-sized slats and the choking hazard balls and beads that decorated it. When we convinced her that it was safer for him to sleep in a plastic bag, she reluctantly called Good-Will to come take this beauty of a crib and the mattress to go with. Boy – was she pissed off when they refused!
Seriously, don’t save squat for your grandkids – it won’t be any good later on! It feels great to purge some more crud. I am never moving again – luv it here! Off to go have nightmares about the 6AM yard sale pros banging at my door asking me if my coffee cup, with coffee in it, is for sale!
(c/p at the lead-based NOLA.com)