
Annie came home yesterday all excited. "What's up?" I asked.
"I went to that consignment shop and bought something really cool for the living room." She showed me the pile of I-know-not-what stuffed into the back of her Toyota.
"Um, yeah, looks good," I said. I didn't know what the hell I was looking at. "Yeah, wow, that's great."

So, tonight, we put the thing together—it's old and heavy and unwieldy—and it turns out to be crazy cool, just like Annie said.
"Paid just $100 for it!" says Annie, beaming.
The damned thing is hand-painted. If it falls on TigerAnn, she's done for. And I still don't know really what kind of thing it is.
But I like it.
TigerAnn says "hey."
2 comments:
Beautiful!!
Omygod, it's wonderful! $100 was an absolute steal. I've seen stuff like that at several antique shops that were being sold for $1500 or more. Excellent find, Annie! Say "hey" to Tiger Ann for me.
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