I woke up at 6:45 this morning for my yard sale that was supposed to be starting at 7. HaHa. Leave it to me to be late to my own yard sale. So I run to the shower, wash my hair with the quickness, throw some clothes on, start some coffee and hurry my ba-donka-donk outside. Yeah. My first customer didn't show up til 8. Go figure. At least it gave me time to drink my coffee, eat a pop tart, and get the yard sale stuff moved from the garage to the driveway.
We sold a good amount of stuff. Made over $100. Not bad for a Friday. Tomorrow we will have the hardcore yard salers (apparently blogger says that isn't a word) out. I hope some more of the girls toys get sold. I have also noticed that people don't buy baby clothes like they used to. Apparently even people who go to yard sales are too good for used baby clothes. Whateva.
In honor of the yardsale I am in protest not cooking tonight. This means that I get to go out to dinner in the town over. Woohoo. Ya'll have a good night.