There’s only one thing worse than going to garage sales and that’s having one. I spent my Saturday having a garage sale at someone else’s house. I got up early so I could be across town (takes 25 minutes) by 7 am. The set up took awhile. The tear down seemed to take longer. I got rid of some stuff, but since my friend didn’t place an ad like he said he would, most of my stuff didn’t get sold. Not one person came who could wear my clothes. Very few even looked at the boys clothes. Of course there were other helpers. There was A who couldn’t pick up dropped change because it might ruin her nails. Good grief! I just got a manicure, but I make sure that it’s done so I can use my hands. Long nails are so unpractical. I like to keep mine short. Not like hers were that long–she wasn’t wearing talons.

I did alright when it comes to making money on the sale, but I could have done so much better if an ad had been placed. I got rid of maybe a third of the stuff. I had hoped for a better sale, like the ones I’ve had before.

The people who come are crazy. I hardly think they know what things are worth. Amazing what people will ask for. There will be another one. Better be better than this one.

Late in the afternoon I was too tired to take advantage of my friend allowing my to put money from a sale in his pocket. I thought about it after. Mentioned it even. But my mind was elsewhere. He was too tired also. I think he appreciated the thought though.

I did manage to keep from getting sunburned–except for my feet and legs (front and back). How’s that for being brilliant. I started the day in jeans, but it got hot about mid-morning, so I changed into shorts and sandals. I didn’t get sunscreen on my feet or my legs. As the sunbrun develop, the pain sets in. Fun. I can sometimes get sun sickness. It’s a bit like the flu. Sucks.