Holy Ebay, Batman!

Ok, I've never been an Ebay enthusiast at all. I mean, sure you can probably find some good deals on there, but I just find it easier to run to the store and get whatever I want.

Now that Jonas is in love with the Teletubbies (God help me!) I figured that I could let go of my own personal hatred of them and get him a Teletubby for Christmas. Only problem is, they don't sell them in the stores anymore. You just can't find them anywhere. So off to Ebay I went. It's incredible how much junk you can find on there. If I want, I can completely redecorate his room in Teletubbies. I can dress him in Teletubby costumes, he can make tubby toast and clean up with a Noo-noo.

No, I won't go that overboard. I just want A teletubby for him. I'm not into commercialism that much.

So I placed a bid on a couple of items that were getting ready to end. I got outbid on the set of four talking teletubbies. (Just what do they say? They don't even talk on the show!) And I got outbid on the "Po" doll, but I did win Tinkie-Winkie. He's the purple Jerry Falwell hatin' gay bastard Teletubby. I'm fine with that. And for $3.95 my son will be one happy kid on Christmas morning.

I also still have a bid out on a two foot tall Dipsy. Quite honestly, I hope I lose. :) But if not, that's fine, too.

My point to all of this is, I've never been a gambler. Never really got into any sort of competition, but now that I've bid on this damn toy, I find that I'm addicted to it. I have to return every hour or so and make sure that I'm still winning, or what the price is up to now. And somewhere in my mind, the wheels are turning; all that stuff I have out in the shed. Jeez, I could make a killing!

And that's how it starts, folks. I am now thoroughly convinced that the Teletubbies really are the root of all evil.