Relax. They were in really nice brushed-brass urns, cremated. They lived long, healthy, happy lives. Pampered like little canine princes. Kind of like my own dogs, who are not of royal descent, but came from dumpsters. They lay around snoring and farting all day, and I could not love them more!
Hollis here. The other day I was helping Cher set up an estate sale in Conyers, which basically entails rummaging through drawers and everything and dividing it all up into piles of related items, which are then set up and display in a welcoming manner (or as welcoming as we can make it) (I personally think I can make my piles more welcoming that of Cher’s). Anyway, while I was doing that I came across THIS! A 1971 vial of smallpox vaccine. Yikes!
Hollis here. The other day I visited Cher at the estate sale she was working in Dunwoody, and I found THESE in with the silverware on the table in the dining room. “What are these doing here?” I asked her.
“I think they may be salad tongs,” she said. “They were packed with silver plated dishware.”
Granted, they were silver, but they were not SALAD TONGS. They were vintage OBSTETRICAL FORCEPS. Funny, but someone grabbed them up while we were discussing about it. I did not know there was a demand for antique obstetrical equipment.
The other day Cher and I found a girdle from the fifties that literally looked like it was made for a toddler, it was so tiny. The waist was just 12 INCHES around (that’s before the elastic stretch, but still). Then inside on the tag it said, I swear, “One Size Fits All.” Hahahah! (BTW, I had the line, “Fits all what, fetuses?” in here somewhere but Cher censored me!)