D: First she complains that you don't take the shot, now that you take the shot she complains. You know what? I think she's PMSing.
E: I can't believe you just said that.
D: She doesn't know what she wants.
E: Oh my god, I can't believe you're saying this!
D: What? It's not wrong...
E: If I would say that, I would be --
D: That's because you're not a woman. I'm a woman, I can say it.
E: Oh my god, I can't wait for like, women's suffrage to call you.
In other news, I am doing sitcom-level reactions to this estate sale listing, which one way or another I am going to. I fell all over myself just seeing one photo with like 10 Steiff animals in the picture, ran to show the page to my mom, and then she read aloud "Hundreds of Steiff" and I did a double take and was like "HYANG -- HUN -- *wheeze* hun -- *super squeaky strangled noise* HUNDREDS???
One way or another, someone is driving me to this sale, even if it has to be me. It's not just HUNDREDS OF STEIFF, it's also
At LEAST two or three fancy dollhouses
Thousands of dollhouse furniture pieces (there is an ENTIRE BOOKSHELF with pieces lined up on it and that's not all)
Vintage books -- and I definitely spot some bright colors signifying the children's kind
"Antique and vintage scrapbooks"
I know the prices will be antique-store level*, but that does not negate the fact that I have always wanted to go to an estate sale in the rich part of the city, and this is exactly that dream.
*Guys, I might be thinking about setting aside a $50 reserve in case I find a wonderful Steiff. Is that a good feeling or an incorrect feeling?