"That's what an estate sale means....they died." I say, very matter of factly. Que husband's charmingly surprised face, and the adorable response of, "Oh." This brief conversation was exchanged while lugging the twins through a complete stranger's home, this past Saturday. We're old and married now, Readers, so you can't expect us to be lounging around, enjoying the first lazy day of the weekend. No no no. We choose to pack up our children, and go poking through dead people's leftover possessions. Because that's not morbid.
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