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A Jaguar yard sale and the redneck country club.

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A girlfriend I hadn’t seen in a long time was having a yard sale so we decided to surprise her and drop in.

Little did I know it would turn into a dangerous visit.

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Dangerous because she was selling her convertible Jaguar.

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No, we didn’t come home with it.

Though for a while there, I thought we might.

We chatted, had a nice visit … and before we knew it the lunch hour had arrived. Not being familiar with her area, we asked for dining recommendations and were pointed to a golf course.

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Open to the public, it had a lovely mountain view…

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And the most redneck, down home clubhouse I’ve ever seen.

This sign was in the ladies room.

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See what I mean?

But yeeha ambience aside, the food was quite tasty.

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Chicken broccoli Alfredo for the hubs, ginger chicken teriyaki stir fry for moi.

Goes to show you can’t judge a kitchen by its tacky rest room decor.

😉

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Braving the heat and the crowds for treasure.

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Husband wanted to go to the annual giant yard sale at the Cumberland Fairgrounds this past Saturday and you know only the lure of cheap treasure would make him wait on this kind of line.

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The gates opened at 9:00am. We were there at 9:01 and the line was already insane. This is just a fraction of it –

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Naturally the heat and humidity came roaring back with a vengeance that day.

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How hot was it?

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Bald men wearing trash bag hats hot.

Was the treasure worth the long line and $10 per person entrance fee?

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I didn’t think so.

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But you know the husband had to fully examine each and every table.

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We were there for nearly 4 hours. Me getting sweatier and crankier by the minute… him never failing to strike up a conversation with a fellow Marine.

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In his hands? Some kind of haying tool and an antique wallpaper ruler.

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And whatever this was.

Treasure?

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You be the judge.

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Zoolak?

This required some research. It certainly doesn’t sound tasty….

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And though there were vintage crates galore, not one was man cave appropriate… so I just came home with a few more albums.

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For Mistermuse –

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So I got excited.

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No, not that kind of excited.

Although now that I think about Chris… well, never mind.

I got excited because at 11:00am last Saturday the husband told me he was going to clean out the barn and set up a small yard sale.

My husband was going to get rid of his crap?

 

 

I was happy!

 

 

I was thrilled!

 

 

Hell, I admit it.

I was positively orgasmic.

 

 

I looked out the window and saw him sell something to a biker.

Yay!

 

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All the useless Harley knick knacks and paraphernalia…. gone!

All those extra Kawasaki parts and accessories…. gone!

And then I looked out the window again.

 

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And saw my late mother’s plant stand that I use on the porch…. gone.

My glass hummingbird feeders…. gone.

I was no longer excited.

 

 

And when I went outside to check exactly what it was he was selling?

 

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Yeah.

It was 100% mine.

Bags of clothes slated for Salvation Army donation, kitchen ware I was going to give his niece who’s moving into her first apartment, books that I trade with a friend.

He even had my hydrangea fertilizer on the table.

 

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But the worst part? The part that really had my jaw clenched….

He set this all up, and left.

Went to visit his brother and expected me to sit there and sell all the items I had no intention of selling in the first place.

 

 

The man has a death wish.

There’s really no other explanation that makes sense.