Welcome to my world,
where nothing is without a for sale sign.
So far my hubby hasn't tried to sell the kids or me.
But EVERY other material possession is a part of our revolving inventory.
Now some of you think I'm kidding because you don't know us all that well
or you think maybe it's not really that bad.
Or (silly you) you think that maybe your husband has mine beat when it comes to buying and selling.
Jason actually carries an old piece of notebook paper in his wallet that lists every car he has ever owned. I wanted to post a photo of it to share but of course it's with him at work, not here for my photo.
So you'll just have to take my word for it.
I called him just a minute ago to make sure of the number.
60.
Yep.
Sixty cars.
Mind you, this is only cars.
It doesn't include utility trailers, camp trailers, motorcycles, four wheelers or boats.
He has had dozens of those things too.
He got his first car when he was sixteen and now he's thirty five so that's an average of 3.157 cars per year for the last nineteen years.
So this is the usual scenario...
We have a _____ (fill in the blank ie: car, truck, boat, camper, motorcycle) in our posssesion.
The urge comes upon Jason to sell it.
Hours are spent detailing it to perfection.
(If you have ever been in my van you must know how funny this is, my van is NOT clean and it usually smells of a lost sippy cup full of rotten milk.)
Many more hours are spent on the photo shoot.
This is a science.
It requires the natural lighting that is only available shortly before the sun begins to set... usually dinner time.
It also requires (as with all important photos) the perfect backdrop.
The driveway is absolutely not acceptable for this step.
A park with no visible people will work.
Then there is the uploading of pictures to photobucket (it would be irresponsible to upload the photos through Craigslist, they only let you post three small pics.)
There is the posting of the ad.
Then there are the bagillion (that's the number that comes after zillion when counting by trillions) phone calls.
The requests to come view the merchandise.
This is most likely at a time slot that is already filled with another obligation, therefore, we must rearrange the schedule.
Then comes the transaction.
We must call the bank to verify funds.
We must race to the bank to get the funds.
Ok, so now you're thinking that it's over right?
Oh no.
Now we must find the perfect replacement object for the one just sold.
This will require constant attention to Craiglist.
We must check, at minimum, every ten minutes.
We must view the merchandise of at least five people, none of which will live closer than thirty miles from our house.
Finallly, we will find the object of desire.
This will require a trip to the bank, one more trip thirty miles away to pay for and retrieve the precious metal, a trip to Les Schwab for tires, a trip to Wal Mart for an oil change, and finally a trip for the kiddos and I to the DMV.
The ladies at the DMV know me by name.
Usually, but not always, things are fairly quiet for a month or so at this point as we wait to get the title in the mail.
But then one day (one delightful day in Jason's opnion) the title will be in the mailbox and the whole process starts over.
This has been the way of life in our home now for over ten years of marriage.
I'm really not complaining about it.
In fact, it's been wonderful at times because it's a great supplemental income.
No, not comlplaing, just sharing.
So, you see that is why I agreed to go camping this last weekend in the rain and with sick kids.
The title has not yet come back for our trailer. It should be here in a week or two and then camping in our little quirky trailer will be nothing more than a memory.
