We're having a yard sale. Today. Tomorrow. And Saturday, too.
Whew! How is it that we acquire so much stuff?
No pictures, because honestly? I'm quite embarrassed about the amount of stuff out there.
We piled all the "sale" stuff in the basement near the door and now, with everything out, I feel like I can breathe down there again. It felt claustrophobic, sorta.
I hope we sell most of it. Because really? I don't want to bring it back in.
Then after the sale, I swear-- no more crappy stuff allowed in the house!
Sweet old guy came to the yard sale, today. Asked how much for a wine bottle opener. 25 cents I said. He held out his hand with a bunch of coins and I picked out a quarter. He gave me two extra dimes and when I looked at him quizzically, he told me it was my tip. Then he bought something else that came to $6 and he gave me $7. When I tried to give him his dollar back he told me it was my tip. I need more customers like him! :o)