My wife, Kinsey, has gotten really into these Facebook online yard sales. You basically join a group on Facebook, with people who live in your surrounding area, and people post stuff for sale all day every day. It’s a first come first serve type of deal. If a lady posts a nice designer purse, you have to be the first to write “sold”. You can actually find some awesome deals on there, but you can also make some quick money.
Now, Kinsey goes into cleanup mode from time to time, and tries to get rid of things we no longer need. I don’t usually know when she posts stuff, she just places the sold stuff on the porch, and people come by, pick it up and put the money in our mailbox. It’s super honor code.
Fast forward to yesterday. Kinsey hit up the store with Chloe, so I stayed back with Cason and had guy time. So there we are, two dudes having a good time. Kinsey got me one of those Sonos speakers for Christmas, so we were getting after it. Dancing in our undies, because that’s what we like to do… all of a sudden Bruno Mars kicks in with “Uptown Funk”. I have a reaction to that song. When it comes on, I lose any capability to control my emotions. It’s even better when I am at home, because I can totally let it go, and my son tends to laugh at me. Cason and I are moving around the house, and I end up in our living room area, facing the kitchen where Cason has claimed his dancing spot. I was going all out dancing complete with off-key singing, because who cares?! Right?! The song had been playing and got to the “Don’t Believe me, just watch… hey, hey, hey, HEY!” as I did a nice all out spin move. To my back was the huge window next to my front door.
As I completed my spin, I ended up facing the window, which is usually blocked by our cars, so things stay pretty private… unless someone is standing on our porch grabbing a package Kinsey left out from the online yard sale. It was a strange girl, that lives somewhere in our neighborhood. He eyes locked on my eyes. Mine filled with horror and embarrassment. There I am in boxer briefs, singing Bruno Mars at the top of my lungs, staring into the eyes of a strange lady. Our playroom was to my left, so I did what anyone would have done. I did some weird prancing/ninja dive move into the room, while Cason is screaming “HI!” to the lady outside. I was not able to see her reaction, something tells me laugher was involved. I just heard the package be picked up, and heard her open our mailbox to put the money in it. Cason started saying “Bye, lady!” still in his Ninja Turtles undies, and that’s when I knew the coast was clear. I promptly went into my room and put some sweatpants on to cover up my boxer briefs. Thanks online yard sale… thanks.