I Speak Mom

I don't know what it is. My Mom and I - we have a special language that noone else in the family seems to have.

So I have made this monumental decision to settle in the Pacific Northwest, which is so exciting, because after years of living in boxes and anticipating my next move I can finally unpack and call a place home. Yay. Travel hungry Shobs has decided to give it a rest... temporarily. Ok so I'm a walking, living contradiction. Deal with it people.

Anyway, a stroke of brilliance came to me today. Lets go back in the Shas3 time machine... 3 kids, my mom, house full of random crap which was accumulated by my Mothers absolute passion for garage sale-ing. The lady is addicted.

There is no taking bargain shopping out of my mother, it would be as painful as removing her pinky finger. Ouch. Anyway jump forward to 2009 - Shobs has discovered she has amazing kitchen gadgets packed away in boxes - so what has she done? She has created a garage sale in her own house. Yes, Ladies and Gentlemen - 9am-3pm there is an exclusive members only garage sale for one Mrs. Shastri and one lazy spoiled baby Shastri. First come first go. Love it.