Summary: The sheer amount of strollers/high chairs/onesies/baby booties/pregnancy books/breast pumps/all-other-items-that-fall-under-the-umbrella-category-of-baby-paraphernalia, combined with the abundant and unstoppable enthusiasm expressed by EVERYONE EXCEPT ME towards said items, was enough to leave me teetering on the edge this week (and if you need to ask yourself if it's the edge that overlooks parenthood, you are so far off and sorely mistaken that I have it in mind to knock on your door and strangle you with one of the myriad of Jolly Jumpers available on the circuit).

So, as far as I could tell, it was slim pickins' this week. But that may be because the minute we drove up to a garage sale and I spotted yet another copy of "What to Expect When You Are Expecting" (which is invariably stacked on top of a pile of items indicating that the expected arrival has indeed arrived) I just ran the other way screaming.

So the stash this week includes one lonely air popper and a cookbook:

The tally:

• Air Popper ($2)
• Cookbook ($1 - I would have normally negotiated on this one, but all the proceeds were going to the Relay for Life, and even I, the hard-hearted harbinger of haggling, couldn't be so callus as to save a quarter or two in this case).

Total: $3

Husband Tolerance Alert Level: Medium
The Husband was NOT impressed when I showed up at the door bearing yet another kitchen appliance. But one bowl of fluffy white editable love soaked in butter (and one more pot not destroyed by my attempts to make popcorn over the stove-top burners) and the Husband quickly recanted and admitted it was a toonie well spent.