I scavenged the Unison warehouse sale with a pal; later on, Scott and I scoured record bargains. We stumbled upon a ridiculous resale shop, and surprisingly, we left empty handed. Through the things miracles are made of – and after rummaging through various said sales – our home gained only three records (including holiday jingles by the Supremes; word) and just one pillow (thank you, Unison). Henry sort of loves it.
And after driving past the prettiest trash mountain (we’ve ever seen!) for the last 5 years, we finally pulled over and took it in. Really. Then we drove over the Chicago river and paused to see it from up high.
Scott celebrated a groom-to-be, and I happily took an evening to myself and no one else (unless you count Haagen-Dazs). We walked our pup with his best puppy pals, painted and painted and painted some more, and ended our two days with neighbors and a spaghetti feast.
It was too short. What did you do?