Just call me punk azz....

I spent the better part of Sunday afternoon cleaning out my basement. The bags of kids clothes were piling up and we needed to get rid of stuff. With new bunkbeds arriving this week, we had furniture and other crap that we needed to move out of our space.

I have a wonderful friend who has a son that is two years older than my oldest. She constantly brings over clothes that her son never got to wear. Lucky for me, she has great taste in boys clothing. R.al.ph Lau.ren, G.A.P, you name it…..she brings it over. Tali 1 is always a sharp dressed young man.

However, that means between what I buy them, stuff that was given to us and old clothes…..we had a surplus of boys clothing trapped in our basement. As you may know…boys can tear through some clothes in a heartbeat. I tossed about ten pairs of jeans due to holes in the knees. I also ended up giving 8…..yes, eight….bags of kids clothing to Goodwill. *sigh*

So we also left our Toddler bed outside with the trash. We have a neighborhood junk man who drives by before the trash comes and takes furniture and appliances.

When Mr. 1969 was leaving the house, he saw one of the Wu-Tangs removing the toddler bed frame from our trash. He called me and told me about it.

Now I have started seeing a young lady coming and going from the Wu Mansion. She has a young daughter. I thought about the fact that if she needed the bed frame, she might need the mattress.

When I came home from work, I marched over and knocked on their door. One of the fourteen ahem….Wu offspring opened the door. I asked if their mom was home. She came to the door and I asked her if she was interested in the mattress for the toddler bed. Turns out the young lady staying with them is a friend of theirs who lost all of her belongings in a fire recently.

She was very grateful for the bed frame and mattress. *sigh*

I also ended up giving her a brand new highchair, a walker and some toys for her one year old daughter.

When I walked in the house…..Mr. 1969 just laughed at me.

“Babe….if you saw her taking the bed, why didn’t you offer them the mattress?”

“I wanted to give it to them…..but they’re the Wu Tang.”

“So?”

“Then they’ll think I like them or something. Next thing, they’ll be all over my lawn and trying to say hi and shyt.”

“So why did you let me go over there?”

“You’re a girl. It’s okay for you to be a punk.”

I am on the phone with a divorce attorney right now…….