I went out today, looking for the best consignment, thrift, and flea market deals on clothes for the kids, and I ended up scoring a pasta machine! The seller initially wanted ten bucks for it, and I had to pass, saying I could really only spend 5 on that item. After she was done ringing up all of my kids' clothes, she plopped the pasta machine down on the table and said "Here's you can have it--it's yours. I've had it forever, and you're the only person to ever even ask about one, so take it. You spent plenty on clothing."
WOOHOO!
Oh, and Starlia--I still want to do those handles for you--even without getting a pasta machine in the bargain--you've done plenty for me, so it's the least I could do, methinks:)