2018: Totaled two of our cars, cat got diabetes, had mother-in-law decide to permanently dwell with us, had all other close family move to distant cities.
Thanks to Marie Kondo’s Netflix show my honey-do list began with installing roll-out baskets in our kitchen.
I went in with an agenda of buying surf guitar albums but I walked out with “Teenage Enema Nurses in Bondage”. The guy had another single by the same band, but it was rare and priced to match.
Today I’m visiting a flea market that specializes in vinyl records. I’ll wear my fedora, thick rim glasses, and my everyday neck beard. Good thing fat guys have special immunity from being hipsters or I’d be labeled.