So, I told you about this estate sale I went to, and I would figure out how to link to the previous blog post, but since it was just a promise for THIS blog post it's probably not worth it. Dwight and I have been enjoying the smooth sounds of this 1962-ish Magnavox stereo console:
It's got a swingin' sound that makes me want to serve Dwight a martini with olives while wearing an apron and pearls. And not in a dirty way, you gutterheads. Swingin' in the old fashioned way that doesn't mean spouse-swapping - like that Leave It To Beaver episode where the Beav has joined a record club and has been squirreling the bills away in a drawer somewhere and Wally catches on and goes to confront the Beav and the Beav is all digging on his tunes on his little turntable and Wally's all, "You have to tell Mom and Dad!" and the Beav's all, "Not now, Wally, I'm swingin!". Thanks Mike, for reminding me of that, because that's exactly what I mean.
Stay tuned for more estate sale fun, plus a full update on the grueling house-buying process.