i don't play games. unless i'm sure to win. the garage sale chronicles.

these are my garage sale chronicles. sometimes i talk about rules. sometimes i talk about finds. but mostly i'm just interested in looking inside people's garages.

today: holding is only a penalty in football.

there's a rule when it comes to garage sale shopping. if someone is holding something, it's theirs. if they put it down, it's anybody's game. like this scattergories. that's right. sometimes rules can be literal.

so there was a table of board games at this one garage sale. and i immediately saw the red box. now, i've been wanting scattergories for some time. i'm just not willing to pay the $25 average price. so i walked over to the table. as did another lady.

but rules are rules. not knowing the condition of the game, or whether i was going to buy it, i picked it up and held it. just in case. i did see her peeking up at me every now and then while she was sifting through the other board games - which, by the way, were not so pretty from what i could tell when she opened the boxes. look at me all you want, ma'am. but know that can't anybody hardly afford all this. *pats hair in place*. boo yah.

where was i. oh yes. so when i got the chance, i inspected my game. the box looked clean on the outside. and then. when i opened it. hellooo. brand new. die, pencils, timer, everything was in its original sealed plastic bag. price - fifty cents. can i get a "word" up in here?

ps. when i say "holding", i mean in my hands. nothing goes up against my body. mainly because i refuse to germ-x and diaper wipe my shirt. walking around with wet spots on your shirt doesn't look so appealing. trust me on this. my hands, however, get the full work-up when i get into the car. that's what she said.

(dagnabit. i need to stop watching the office.)