Ok, I keep mentioning that Katie B and I
had some fun stared into each other’s eyes for 48 hours straight and she posted about the whole shebang (update: Katie’s blog is giving her issues, so maybe try clicking over later or tomorrow instead of right now). And by whole shebang I mean the part where Will went to the bathroom in the tub (numero dos) while bathing with Clara. And how Jeremy and John accidentally wore the same exact beverage themed shirt on Sunday…
She also touched on our pedicure adventures…
… and mountaintop enjoyment…
It’s all (update: just remember to click over later or tomorrow since her blog is giving her grief).
But back to our little Goodwill excursion. We decided that trolling the aisles of a thrift store in search of stuff that was take-home worthy might be blog worthy (“might” being the operative word). So here’s what we came away with: an 11 minute video of two giddy weirdos who giggle like 5th graders whenever some sort of innuendo slips in. So to answer your impending questions: no, we don’t know what our malfunction is. And yes, this regression is probably Freudian. So think of us not as adults and mothers but as two immature gals who can’t calm down for thirty minutes to make anything remotely polished and posed. For those at work who can’t watch it, just envision twelve year old girls braiding each other’s hair and jumping on the bed while having a pillow fight after applying sparkly nail polish and swooning over a Bon Jovi poster. And for those who can watch it: I’m sorry. We just can’t help ourselves. Tweens may get hyper after too much sugar during a sleepover, but we’re like that at Goodwill at noon.
A few things to note:
- We used our usual insane method of video entry by squatting and then standing up into frame (first established here).
- Somehow we managed to reference male parts, maxi pads, and bras in under eleven minutes of tape. Yes, we’re ashamed.
- Katie’s shirt is from the J Crew Outlet (I loved it so much I had to ask, and I figured you guys would too).
- We used a bleep. Somehow they just make everything funnier (but maybe only if you’re us).
- The way John walks through frame holding Clara while I’m talking about those tiny chairs kills me (it’s his Vanna White expression).
- I’m wearing Katie’s flip flops, which is why they’re a little big (my wedges weren’t “proper attire” for running around all day).
- There’s a dorky Friends reference in there. Almost immediately. Please tell me you noticed.
- Katie is about a foot taller and ten times more glamorous than I am (aka: no need to comment about my short shorts + pasty leg combo).
- People walk by. The intercom blares. But not one employee asked what we were up to or told us to stop. Even when we filmed at the checkout. Gotta love those friendly Georgians.
- At one point you can hear the song “” playing in the background. Sweet soundtrack, right?
And now for a Yackity Yack dance break (the visuals are kinda boring, so might I suggest scrolling down as it plays?):
Oh and we meant to work a little end section into the video about what NOT to buy at Goodwill, but since the video was waaay longer (and substantially more embarrassing) than we expected, we didn’t want to drag it out. So here are a few shots of what NOT to buy at Goodwill:
All in favor of not buying those things, say I. Oh and you might wonder how Jeremy, Will, John, and Clara kept themselves busy while we Flip cam’d our way through the store. Well, things like giant wooden spoons kept them entertained:
Seriously, every time John brought it near Clara’s mouth she opened wide like a bald little baby bird:
And while we’re on the Goodwill hunting topic (I’ll pause while someone says “how about them apples”), what treasures have you found at Goodwill or Salvation Army or other places of the like? Have you seen anything that was so mind-numbingly crazy that you actually had to pick it up and examine it more closely to make sure it was, in fact, real (for me it was the gilded ceramic double unicorn vase – I thought they only existed in alternate universes). Come on, it’s Thursday afternoon. Let’s gab.
Psst- A big fat thanks to sweet for being such an amazing host and friend and fellow weirdo. So glad we met thanks to this crazy world of blogging and actually surpassed the “blog friend” title to become real life BFFs. Miss you already girl. And you didn’t burn that fajita meat, it was just well done. Just the way I like it.