I am SO addicted to eBay.

Granted, since I stopped working eBay has been a Godsend, that little extra bit of income over the course of a tight month. It also lets me keep buying some of the little perks I enjoyed when I worked - expensive facial cleanser, nice shampoo. Stuff I would feel guilty paying full price for when I know I should be saving money for the next kid outing or school fundraiser.

But the voyeuristic side of me so loves to look at auctions! The best recreational search to do is "haunted -(video)". With the number of haunted dolls for sale on eBay I'm shocked I don't happen to have a few in my own closet. (Maybe I do; maybe it's not actually the dog I hear in the middle of the night, thunking off of the guest bed, gagging and falling down in a snoring heap next to my husband's side of the bed. Perhaps it's Haunted Bitty Baby...) There also seem to be a whole lot of dead voodoo princesses who bequeathed their magical estates to hapless eBay sellers who are charged with selling this good magic throughout the world. But the best part is the ever-present disclaimer, "This item will not work unless the buyer absolutely, 100% BELIEVES it is authentic." God, I love that!

I also get kind of a kick looking at that little tiny slice of someone else's life you get in a listing picture. The acre of granite countertop holding up the "only used twice" electric breastpump. Or a crowded, tiny bedroom with a lot of maternity clothes hanging on a microscopic closet door. Sometimes it kind of pulls at my heart - at the very least it stirs my imagination.