We went to a couple of estate sales this morning, but the pickins' were slim. I got:
I'm not really a huge Santa lover, but Santa mugs always make me smile. And my friend Cheryl spotted the Emily Post book first but let me have it. Now that's a real friend!
Todd found a cord for his weed whacker (hm, that sounds kind of twisted) and some woodworking magazines. So all was well and a minimum of money was spent. Then we came home and tackled the master bathroom floor, which is glued in place now. Hurray!
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You can never have too many Santa mugs. (Or, re your recent post, use the word "cute" too many times. Or decorate too early for Christmas, as long as it's after Halloween.)
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