The mister likes to blame everything in the house on poor Gladys, the lady we bought the house from. The weird side room? Gladys's fault. Paint on the ceiling? Gladys. Copious amounts of pink flowering bushes? Darn you Gladys! It is unfair but kind of funny. And I'm going to do a little bit of it now.
I've been doing a little digging around in the junk room today and found an old iron, a shower head, and electric scissors all in their original packaging! As a keeper of packaging myself, I really appreciate the fact that old Gladys hung on to this stuff. Look at that, a spraying mechanism on an iron! Exclusive spray control (and scandalous nakedness) on the shower head! And, well, nothing quite as exciting on the electric scissors but it's neat nonetheless.
Think anyone would want to buy this stuff?