Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Garage Sale Adventure

Last week after I dropped the girls off at school, I went to Starbucks and got a coffee. When I got to my neighborhood I noticed that everyone was having a garage sale. I thought let's go check it out. What else do I have to do? All that was waiting me at home was my never ending laundry piles.

I got out of the car with my 2 little ones, which by the way were barefoot and in their pajamas and were a little dirty from breakfast. After all, we were just headed home.

I am carrying my coffee in my right hand just looking at the junk my neighbor was selling. All of a sudden, my right arm just freaks out or something. I have a major muscle spasm and my arm just jerks out of control for no apparent reason.

Well, it was so forceful it popped the top off my Starbucks cup and drenched the front of my shirt. Did I mention that I was wearing a white t-shirt? Yeah it was pretty embarrassing. The owner of the house looked at my really bizarrely and said, "Are you OK?"

I said, "Oh yeah, I'm fine. This happens all the time."

What??? Why did I say that? This never happens. So she is thinking I probably suffer from turrets or some weird muscular problem.

I wandered around a few minutes longer trying to look somewhat normal and not like I was on an outing with my "group therapy" friends and my case worker was lurking by if you know what I mean.

I cross the street and walk up to the next house. This particular owner has a really hip garage sale going on as far as garage sales go. He is offering donuts, coffee and playing music and wearing a really goofy hat and kind of trying to dance to the music. I like this guy I feel at home with all the dorkiness.

I walk over to the coffee and donuts with my 2 kids that look like street kids at this point and the owner says to me, "Would you like some coffee?"

Before I had a chance to respond, he speaks to me in a really loud voice ,"WOW lady, looks like you already had some today!"

He was so loud that everyone turned to look at me or should I say the large brown stain on my shirt.

I just smile and say, "I sure did and it was great."

People were awkwardly trying to avoid me. Not sure if it was the coffee stain or my singing. I mean he was playing some really good music.

Well, I finally rounded up the street kids and headed home, back to normalville. At least for a moment.

6 comments:

faye said...

i spilled coffee on my shirt a couple of minutes before I went on to sing one Sunday. good times. I had no muscle spasm to blame it on.... just clumsy.

Anonymous said...

ROFL!!

I swear it's a "mom" thing. I can be across a crowded room, and spots will fly through the air to land on me.

Rachel H said...

I laugh out loud at your posts! So refreshing after an especially crabby baby day!

Jenny said...

This is so funny, especially because garage sales can attract a strange crowd.

P.S. I only seem to spill coffee when I'm wearing a white shirt.

anna kin said...

girlfriend, you are so beautiful it does not matter that you have coffee on your shirt! your husband's aunt thinks you are too cool!

anna kin said...

see you soon!