Readers, I feel I have failed you today. Did I yardsale? No. Did I even attempt to yardsale? No. Did I slow down slightly while driving today to see what was being sold on the road, only to continue along my merry old way when I discovered mere tomatoes were the sole offering? Yes, I did do this.
But wait! I have a good excuse! See, remember way back when I announced I would be stepping back from hard-core saling every weekend because of nursing school? Well, the 3:30am wake ups have been taking their toll. I am ashamed to admit that for the past three nights, the latest I have gone to bed is 7:28pm. Yes. I usually try to hit the sack by 6:50pm. It is now 8:05 and I am exhausted. Pathetic, I know.
So I have this part-time job of teaching aerobics classes at a gym. I used to teach regularly, then when I went back to school I went on the sub list, so today I subbed for the step and sculpt classes, which, if you look at the picture of me in Nancy's post of this past Thursday, can get an idea of what I look like when I teach. And since I needed to be at the gym by 8am, I promised myself I would sleep in, which, for me is at least 6:30am. But teaching the Saturday classes doesn't mix with yardsaling, plus it was 95 degrees today, with a heat index of something silly like 103. Since Nancy and Samantha are both gone, I decided it would be a yardsaling-free weekend for me. Plus I have this pathophysiology test on Monday. Considering I can barely spell "pathophysiology", I better put some time in with the actual material.
And oh yeah, today my 6 year old muttered something along the lines of, "Daddy thinks you have a lot of junk". So I probably at this point don't need to add too much more to my collection of wooden farmy treasures.
I do need to go to Junque soon, so I hope to bring my camera for my version of Reegan and his treasures.
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