Let's talk about irony. This post refers you back to my last post about the fabulous birthday gift I received from my parents and parents-in-law.

Remember how at the beginning of that post I told you I had been looking for a piano for a really long time? Well, during that time I had never called anyone on craiglist about their pianos, and never EVER bid on any piano on eBay.

Also, please reread the last sentence of the first paragraph of that post. I will repeat it here for emphasis, "I made a few bids and promptly forgot about them.

Well, turns out they didn't forget about me. I won them both with flying colors. How absurd. I was the only one that bid on either in the three days that they were up for auction. So I bought a regular little piano for $49.99 and an upright piano for a whopping $0.99 -- yes, you read that right. Ninety-nine cents.

And of course, I'm now locked in, which is great, except that one is in New Jersey (2.5 hours away) and the other is in Rhode Island (3 hours away). I got in touch with the people and said we could cancel the whole transaction and they could re-post their auctions, because I'm sure they wanted more than they got for them, but no. Both ladies just wanted the pianos gone.

So where is my devoted husband on this beautiful sunny Saturday? His first Saturday off in three weeks? With his fantastic father driving in a huge 9-hour triangle to Rhode Island, to New Jersey, and back to Schenectady, pulling a flippin' U-Haul trailer, to pick up these pianos. Cleaning up after my mess. And I couldn't even go with them because I'm not supposed to sit for more than like an hour. Or lift anything -- especially a piano.

So there's my story of irony. I have wanted a piano for so long. I've never bid on a piano. I bid on two and won them both, and now I own three pianos.

The good news is that we will give one to the Hopkins family. I used to teach their kids piano on this ghetto little electric keyboard, but it melted when their house burned. And we have wanted to get them a gift for counseling/marrying us but couldn't afford it. And the other will go to Dave's parents house, so that I can play when we go over there, and maybe Josh will teach himself a thing or two.

Yes, good has been done here (aside from the fact that we'll pay about $200 in gas to go get the dingety-dang pianos).

When I see them, I'll post pictures, just so you get the full effect.