What was our quality of life like before Craigslist existed? How did I purchase anything? These are things I shudder to contemplate. Those were the days when I bought things new without a thought about adding to the amount of crapola that exists on the planet. There are some people (but just Steve when he is teasing me. Ok, not just Steve, my siblings too) who might say I have an addiction, an addiction to Craigslisting. If there were an entry in Wikipedia it would read: "Craigslisting is the addicton to searching for some exact item in a used state at a bargain price." And while it is true that I can obsess about finding certain items, and will rage on occasion about those who don't follow Craigslist etiquette, I think I've got the addiction under control.
So here is my most recent acquisition, for free mind you. Samuel et al thought it was the best thing ever when I hosted lunch last Friday. And look at how it kept all of the children outside, so that Lillian was the only one who managed to track smashed fig all over the house, AND only one half of Samuel's toys were strewn throughout the house instead of 100% AND I didn't find any toys in the toilet. Miraculous I say.
