A few weekends ago we had our annual garage sale. That's right- I said annual. I LOVE to have garage sales. Let me rephrase that. I love to have garage sales once a year.
We have got it down. I actually stock-pile stuff in the attic all year, knowing that we will have one in the Spring. Then, when the time comes, my sweet husband gets up there and lugs it all down that tiny ladder. I then spend some time setting it all up on tables and pricing it. I usually put an add on Craig's List and make a few signs for the neighborhood. Then, Voila! We are ready for Saturday morning.
And boy do the people come! It gets really crazy, but WE love it. I couldn't believe it--- but Jason actually said that he loves to have garage sales too this year. Must be a match made in Heaven...
Our neighbor Donna with her dog Gunther {I'm sure he could swallow B in one quick gulp- but I try to ignore that fact because he seems really sweet and B loves him}.
Luckily Grandma came to help us and to see her favorite grandson. Here they are being silly at lunchtime...
Looks like trouble to me!
For all of our troubles we made over $400 AND had a great excuse to get rid of the "stuff" lying around our house. Our leftovers went to Felisa for her family members in Mexico and Good Will, and we were done by 11:00am.
Already starting the pile for next year...
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