… that face you make – it’s completely involuntary – when you have to reach back into the garbage disposal which is full of too-old broccoli and cat barf. You know what I’m talking about – you can feel your upper lip creep up towards your nose and you imagine you start to look a little like Sandra Bernhard.
Well, I made that face I’m pretty sure, when I spied this (lying on top of a wedding dress, no less) at an estate sale. Did it put me off estate sales for good. Nope. An errant pube, perhaps.
You gotta hand it to those estate sale people though, they were working for every dime.