eBay Confessions
I should have known something fishy was going on in our house. My husband has been eBaying all his old music gadgets for the past two weeks.
And for the first time in five years of living in the same place convinces me he should have the mail key on his key ring since he walks past the box every day. I went along with it and didn't think twice about it until the other night.
Jack arrived home from work and sort of cornered me in the bedroom away from the front door to confess a rather large shop and hide item sitting in the hallway. Before I could make my way to "the box" he made sure I knew it was completely paid for by all his sold items on eBay. The guilt was immense. Possibly because it was a brand new Fender bass guitar to go with the other six we have hanging on the walls. What is up with men and their toys? Jack recycles them just as fast as they arrive.
Apparently the new bass has different pick ups. Must be a sound thing? And the neck is made out of maple instead of rosewood so not only does it feel nice the sound is a little different. Jack tried to speak my language and compare it to fashion. "Sometimes you feel like a bold designer piece instead of the little black dress," said with confidence. It sort of made sense when he was talking about it. But these guitars could practically buy us a Range Rover. My clothes are a far cry from being compared to a guitar. It's like saying I should have a rotation of serious Tiffany rings on hand for the moments I feel like that subtle change.
Well actually I do have a rotation of my own that stems from an ebay confession and it's no ring. Last year I sold all the kid's old toys on ebay because they have new toys coming in faster than you can say the word. I just happen to use the money for myself and not the family in order to sneak a certain purchase past husband patrol. It was for my first Botox experience. Yep. I eBayed my kid's OLD toys for a youthful appearance. Best darn thing I've ever done. Now that's the power of eBay! (and a whole other story that we'll talk about later!)
I should have known something fishy was going on in our house. My husband has been eBaying all his old music gadgets for the past two weeks.
And for the first time in five years of living in the same place convinces me he should have the mail key on his key ring since he walks past the box every day. I went along with it and didn't think twice about it until the other night.
Jack arrived home from work and sort of cornered me in the bedroom away from the front door to confess a rather large shop and hide item sitting in the hallway. Before I could make my way to "the box" he made sure I knew it was completely paid for by all his sold items on eBay. The guilt was immense. Possibly because it was a brand new Fender bass guitar to go with the other six we have hanging on the walls. What is up with men and their toys? Jack recycles them just as fast as they arrive.
Apparently the new bass has different pick ups. Must be a sound thing? And the neck is made out of maple instead of rosewood so not only does it feel nice the sound is a little different. Jack tried to speak my language and compare it to fashion. "Sometimes you feel like a bold designer piece instead of the little black dress," said with confidence. It sort of made sense when he was talking about it. But these guitars could practically buy us a Range Rover. My clothes are a far cry from being compared to a guitar. It's like saying I should have a rotation of serious Tiffany rings on hand for the moments I feel like that subtle change.
Well actually I do have a rotation of my own that stems from an ebay confession and it's no ring. Last year I sold all the kid's old toys on ebay because they have new toys coming in faster than you can say the word. I just happen to use the money for myself and not the family in order to sneak a certain purchase past husband patrol. It was for my first Botox experience. Yep. I eBayed my kid's OLD toys for a youthful appearance. Best darn thing I've ever done. Now that's the power of eBay! (and a whole other story that we'll talk about later!)
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