Readers, it was pointed out to me by a very faithful readers today (Hi, Sara!) that both Nancy and I neglected to write anything this weekend. There is a very, very, very good reason for that: neither of us went saling. Nancy is suffering from exhaustion brought on by her doctor taking her off her wonderful thyroid medicine in order to take ridiculous numbers of pictures of her neck. Sure, sure, there are supposedly good medical reasons for such nonsense, but come on. We miss our zany friend.
As for me, I had to work a health fair, as part of my "rigorous nursing program". Really. I told people how to get to the 15 foot long inflatable brain on the third floor of the city museum. Yes. For that I missed yard saling.
But wait! There's more! Next weekend is the mother-load. The route 66 of yard sales. The Pacific Ocean of cheap treasures. The Himalayan of all junk-iness. Yes. The tri-city sale. I am so excited as I sit here to type this, I barely can comprehend how to get through this week. In other good news, Nancy goes back on her meds this week, so I hope her thyoid levels will be through the roof. Personally, I plan to be so excited and hyper my friends seriously contemplate making me walk most of the way. We have new friends accompanying us: I already mentioned new friend Heather, and now new friend Tammy will be joining us as well, although she is driving seperately. As soon as she sees the crazy antics we get into, she will be itching to join us in the van o'dreams. Sara might also be following in her own car, but I bet she will be regretting that decision as she sees us getting pulled over by the police for erratic driving brought on by wild skiiving. Samantha is undecided....she has a family trip planned. Yes. As if that could possibly reach the level of fun we will experience. Our (ok, my) plan is to leave no later than 6am, for arrival at 6:30, even though it officially starts at 7. Everyone knows the seriously good junk gets taken first.
Oh! One more thing for you 28 devoted followers, you! I bought a seriously old sink today! I will take a picture soon. My dear, sweet husband hates it! It is most excellent, of course!
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Laura, thank you for carrying the yardsale torch as I slip into sleepy, hyporthyroid oblivion. Really, I am like a drunk old lady... all day long. I am certain that by Saturday I will be fine. Or else we will all have a good laugh as I fumble my way through the sales with half the energy of a normal woman.
ReplyDeleteBTW, Devin and Donny will join us this weekend. It will be the merger of yardsale excellence and preteen male enthusiasm. Be sure to tune in on Saturday evening, You will NOT want to miss the highlights!