Too Much Testosterone For One Room. That's Why I Didn't Purchase The Mr. T Bobble Head

I have an affinity for crap. It's true. Well, you know. You've seen my Room O' Funk.

There are few things in life I love more than poking around consignments shops, second hand stores, or  a Goodwill store. It's not necessarily the purchasing of items that makes my skirt fly up. It's the thrill of the hunt and the fact that you just never know what treasures await you.

Exhibit A: A Bobby Sherman cereal box album

For those of you not in the know, music used to be played via a record on a record player.

(It's true. Look it up.)

Also for those of you not in the know, apparently Bobby Sherman was some kind of singer.

And my aunt's first crush, which I totally get. Those eyes coupled with the dimples? Please. The snazzy unbuttoned denim shirt/striped trouser combo? Winning.

She used to probably still thinks he's a total fox.

(Note the use of the term "fox")

For $2.50 plus the cost of framing, I think I have a killer Christmas gift on my hands. A bargain at twice the price, no?

Exhibit B: Kitchen art in the form of a troll trivet

This spoke to me. I don't know if it's the blue troll hair or the fact that it's a glass kitchen trivet (aka functional art), but this almost ended up in my cart.

Almost.

I'm not much of a baseball fan. Had this been a gymnast troll or a troll doing the luge, I'd have immediately placed him in my cart right next to Bobby Sherman, but he's a ball player. It's better to place him back on the shelf until just the right troll loving baseball fan walks through the door.

Exhibit C: A kickin' Mission style rocking chair

I truly love this style of furniture, but (more importantly) I enjoy parking myself on a comfy chair while I read great literature. Written works of art. Sitting in this rocker will allow me to contemplate the deeper meaning behind the greatest stories ever written.

No. Not really.

I read books that scare me silly and require me to have a fireplace poker next to me for protection. I need to be able to defend myself if one of the evil people I read about in my scary books ever springs to life right in front of me.

A girl has got to be prepared.

I bought the rocking chair and it is currently sitting right next to the fireplace. The poker is within easy reach. So is the puffer thing that fans the fire, but frankly I don't think that will be much help defensively.

Exhibit D: A Mr. T bobble head

It's been twenty-four hours and I still can't believe that I found a Mr. T bobble head. And that I didn't buy it. Mr. T was kinda pricey, which was to be expected since he is one of the finest actors of our generation, but it wasn't cost that prohibited me from purchasing Mr. T.

Nope, I was worried about Darth Vader's reaction.

A few months ago, I purchased a Darth Vader bobble head on clearance for a mere five bucks. He currently resides on the desk in my Room O' Funk, right between my stoplight lens bowl and my red swing line stapler from Office Space.

The problem? I think having Mr. T and Darth in the same room is just asking for trouble. They are both way too testosterony to have any semblance of peace in my Room. Think about it. Mr. T will be all "I pity the fool" and Darth will whip out his light saber and that will (sadly) be the end of Mr. T.

How tragic.

Nope. Tis better to leave Mr. T on the shelf.

It's better this way.

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