Hey, and speaking of toilets…
“Potty training.” Get it?! I thought this was going to be one of those fun mystery puzzles—”The Monster Who Did This Terrible Thing to My Babies,” perhaps—but no, it’s just a regular puzzle with a whole bunch of sad babies on it.
Here’s a bonus puzzle from the same thrift store, on the same visit…
Man, who’s getting rid of all their baby puzzles???
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We have a lot of houseplants (like, a LOT; we have more houseplants than house at this point), so one of the things I’m charged to look for at yardsales is attractive flower pots. Sometimes I don’t do a very good job, and bring home ones that look like corn. Other times, it seems I’ve hit (*ahem*) pay dirt…
It’s cute, right? There’s flowers and whatever on it. Total garden stuff. There’s only one sort of weird thing about it…
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This is exactly the reason why I hope pot(s) are never legalized in California.
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Snot!
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…I’m sorry; I just wanted to start this post the same way I started my day: with a big steaming pile of nose goblins. And they weren’t even my own. When I stepped out of my car at the first sale of the day, I was greeted by this guy just…blowing it all over his driveway. Like he was putting salt down to melt ice. I was afraid small children might slip in the alarmingly large puddle forming near his shoes, but he didn’t seem to think it was weird. Maybe I should be thankful it was just snot.
After that explosive start (at least for him), I might’ve just taken it as an omen and headed right back home, perhaps muttering some clever jokes about how “well, that’s southern Connecticut for you!” (and secretly counting the days until we move to Ohio, which I’m told is a fantasy land of everlasting sunshine [citation needed]), but not this day. Thank goodness, not this day.
Yardsaling to Adventure! 
