Thank you!

On Saturday, I picked up my father because he wanted to hang out over at our house.  Instead, I hijacked him and made him come with me to find the stuff I’m still looking for to complete those stupid baskets.

He thought he remembered a store way out by Old Tucson that would have the cards so we drove out there and, of course, that store had been closed for twenty years.  I should have known.  My father is notrious for this.

I was still resisting the idea of buying the cards on line because the shipping was so absurd.  I couldn’t bring myself to pay for shipping when I knew they had to be in this town somewhere.  Really – 10.00 is too much to pay for a 5.00 item.  My Honey handily pointed out that I just spent $30.00 in gas driving out to Old Tucson.  Sometimes he’s not at all helpful.

So we came back into town and I drug Dad to some more antique stores.  I finally paid two lousy dollars for a deck of cards that were totally NOT what I wanted but made myself purchase because I was really beginning to worry about this compulsion.

I was sitting on the couch at home trying to convince myself and my father that they were fine.  Really, they’re fine.  Get over yourself, they will work and no one really cares about this but you anyway.  THEY’RE FINE!. 

When my phone received a text: I’m in Tombstone old fashioned cards 10.99.

I still have no idea why Michelle was in Tombstone, but I am absurdly thrilled that she thought to look for those damn cards while she was there.  I love the Internet!

And my aunt found the brandy snifter.

Thank you thank you thank you.  My sanity thanks you.  And My Honey thanks you because he’s tired of hearing about this whole thing.