In a sign of emotional and financial maturity, a Barbie hoarder is having an estate sale and I'm vowing not to go.
Furthermore, I'm vowing to get rid of all the Barbie stuff that I'm not emotionally attached to (note: NOT THE DREAM HOUSE!!!). However, I am seriously considering driving 1.5 hours into Maryland to buy wrought iron gates to go with my new-to-me (and recently painted) wrought iron fencing for the backyard.
Of course, we are also really trying to tighten our belts. But once the fencing is put up in the yard, we need a way to access the garden from the garage. My legs are long, but I don't want to climb over the fence with a pitchfork in hand.
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