Saturday morning, and town wide garage sales. I can't sleep, and slip out before the sun has quite warmed the asphalt.
I'm instantly warmed at the sight of 6 pristine chrome and vinyl dining room chairs.
Quite possibly overheated.
I bring them home, knowing full well that I have an active, chronic, and progressive chair disorder.
The husband says; "great find!"
Me; "Kind of weird though, right? Do we really want to go this 70's route?"
Husband; "For now....."
That's right, ladies. He's just sexy like that.