So, we had our taxes done, and since we owe,
let's see, about 7 hundred million billion
zillion dollars, I've been listing auctions
today. Which is what I do when I'm at work
(sometimes) anyway, but today more than usual.
All the GI Joes have taken up temporary residence
on our dining room table. This made it WAY easier
for me to sort all the tiny little stuff out. I'm
telling you, GI Joe has a LOT of stuff, way more
than Barbie ever even thought about dreaming of . . .
SKI PATROL JOE--he's an older one, from 1965-66.
You know how I know?
You look at their bums.
You could probably tell how old I am from looking
at mine, but fortunately for all of us, I'm NOT
posting a picture of that.
GREEN BERET GI Joe--okay, I made him his
scarf, but it was eating my lunch that he
was missing his. This pic doesn't even
show is ultra cool headphones/Morse code
The good thing about working late is that
after we close and lock the door, I can
sing really loudly.
Really, it's time to go home . . .
(Becky and Tipper, you know what, it IS getting
springy here! We actually worked in the