Falling off the Wagon

My friend Betty blogged this week about buying more books, which is a perpetual problem for her.  Maybe it's the phase of the moon or something, because I just bought a bunch more owls.  (Is there a term for a group of owls?)

I guess it's my fault that I pointed out the "Estate Sale" sign to Thing One, and I surely didn't have to buy any of the knick-knacks in the woman's house, and I really shouldn't be wasting my money when I don't have a job.  However, her family was so eager to clear out the house, and there were so many knick-knacks that my purchase hardly made a dent, and you know the owls are going to a good home, and where else could I buy so many for that amount of money?