Monday, May 18, 2009

My inquiring mind needed to know

If curiosity killed the cat, I just cringe to know what it's going to do to me.

I went to a neighborhood garage sale a couple of weekends ago, and found some bargains on cute baby boy clothes for Brody. I got him a little sweatshirt, some sweatpants and matching hoodie for next winter, and a handful of cute little summer shirts. I walked away feeling like I got a good deal and a few more things to tuck away in Brody's closet. I swear he's more stylin' than me.

But unlike the musty stench that often accompanies garage sale items, these smelled GOOD. I mean, really good. So good that I risked whatever germs I purchased along with the clothes and even let Brody wear the sweatshirt before washing it. I KNOW! It wouldn't have happened with my first child.

Suddenly, I was obsessed with the need to know what laundry detergent they were washed in. I don't know what came over me. The next time I went grocery shopping, I stopped to sniff a few jugs of detergent, but couldn't figure it out.

I asked on Facebook if it would be weird to go back and knock on their door to ask, and when one friend said, "do it & then BLOG about it!" and several others jumped on that bandwagon, I had no choice.

So I did. Except I chickened out and couldn't bring myself to face them at the door, so I scribbled a note on some scratch paper in my car and put it in their mailbox.

Or at least, I hoped I did. I wasn't sure if it was even the right house, which made it super crazy.

I admitted in the note that it seemed crazy, but left my email address in hopes that they'd see through the craziness to the true desperation of a mother who just wants her clothes to smell garage sale fresh.

As I drove away, I fretted that maybe putting a note in their mailbox was not only crazy, but possibly illegal. Would I be arrested for mailbox tampering?

Well! Today I got a special little note in my inbox:



I replied to her, thanking her and telling her that actually, I live 20 minutes away and that I'm not a neighbor at all. Yeah. I'm sure that really puts my craziness at rest. I also asked to have her put me on the mailing list for her next garage sale. I said I was kidding, although I doubt she believes me.

One last thing - I remember that she had really cute hair. Would it be over the top to get the name of her hairdresser?

15 comments:

  1. You've gone this far--OF COURSE you should find out her hairdresser!!! I'd also send her a link to the blog lest she think you're, um, well---nevermind.

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  2. I am so proud of you! That took guts, and could have been part of a 'would you rather' game. I'm impressed...

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  3. I was SO hoping you would do this & blog about it! Great story :)

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  4. Hahahahahaha. What a brave girl you are.

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  5. Fan-freaking-tastic! Miss you, friend.

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  6. oh Ange...I miss getting to see you all the time like when we were in college! It's stories like this that just further confirm why we became friends back then! :)

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  7. OK, one more thing I think you should do now... I think you need to write to Cheer & Downy and tell them your story. I think they'll put you in their commercials! :)
    That's pretty hilarious. I love love love it that you went through with it!

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  8. Hahahahahahaha! And this is why I love reading your blog entries, Angie (: You should definitely get the name of her hairdresser!

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  9. I agree with petiteblogger, you've got to get this in a commercial!

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  10. Ang...you make me laugh so hard!!!

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  11. Awesome!! I'm so glad you asked! You should send her a link. :o)

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  12. Cojones, girlfriend. You've got 'em. (Metaphorically speaking, of course.)

    For the record, I read this on Monday, and I'm still laughing on Friday.

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  13. Oh my goodness Angie. I've been out of the blog reading loop for months now and this just happened to be the first one I jumped back in with.

    I couldn't have picked a better choice!

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  14. You crack me up! Sounds exactly like something I'd do.

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  15. Skip the hairdresser... I think you should just ask her to be your best friend! =]

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