At a consignment sale this weekend I kept texting photos to the boys and Dear Husband.
“Does he like this coat?”
“Do they want this bow?” (That would be the type that shoots arrows, I have boys.)
“I found a Lego movie for them!”
It was actually their text message that was the best score of the weekend. Dear Husband called,
“Did you check your texts?”
I scrolled across and saw a Star Wars Foosball table loaded up in the back of his pick up truck. Total cost, $5! I called him back.
“What’s wrong with it?”
“Nothing. It’s missing a ball…”
Wow! Turned out Dear Husband trumped my lego movie by a long shot, but it’s all good. I LOVE foosball! Adore it. My brother and I played countless hours of foosball when I was my boys’ ages. Star Wars isn’t really my thing, but as foosball, heck ya. I’m in!
Dear Husband confessed to me that night, after I played many games with the boys, “They thought you would be mad about the table.”
My tidying efforts have left an impact, no doubt. I told them, I’m all for trying new, fun things, but we have to clear out some old to make room. That’s all.
So, I cleared some space in our very nice garage, brought in some chairs, even hung some magnetic darts nearby. Because it’s over 100 heat indexes outside and I’m feeling another round of Clones vs. Droids.