the most wonderful sale of the year (by Laura)

Today was the famed tri-city sale. We stopped at a shopping center parking lot to get maps, coffee, and food, and of course, to fulfill our cuteness quotient of the day. This is 7 week old Griswold. Come on. Is he not adorable?



This is how dedicated we are. See how dark it is? Here are yard saling purists Heather, Samantha, and you can see a little bit of Tammy's sweatshirt and hair. Sorry, ladies, I am not a photog.


Here is a lovely couple, Don and Pam. Don is holding a tray that their kids bought Pam because "they thought it looked like me when I was younger. I think it looks scary." Readers, this scary tray that has evidentally been giving Pam nightmares could have been yours for a mere quarter had you attended the most excellent tri city sale today. But you didn't, did you? Suckers!

Here is Nancy practicing her most adorable librarian pose. She was almost sad that she has such excellent eyesight and thus has no need to buy this coquettish eyewear.

Here is Tammy modeling a most curious cup. Again, my photo taking skills leave much to be desired, but trust me when I say this cup had some serious bamboozas. Yes. A boobie cup.

Readers, I am sorry to say my energy level and thus my enthusiasm was in short supply today. I was cold and extremely tired, which I figured was due to my starting my coffee (and day) at 4am and therefore I was crashing my 6:28am. I attempted to counter this shortcoming by eating constantly throughout the morning, which was not necessarily the best strategy. I only perked up at around 4:30pm, which as any regular readers of this blog knows, is surely when the good stuff is gone. Not to mention we were already home.

I am happy to report Heather and Tammy scored big, with antiques, sheets, books, and many other treasures. Nancy got boxing gloves. I am not sure why. I must have been passed out for that story. I got a Cephalacon pot rack that I have no use for in my current house, but, hey, I got it for $8.

Nancy's son Donnie came with us, and we were accompanied by his friends Bobby and Devin, who are mad for yard saling. Enthusiasm was not a problem with this group of pre-teens. Their treasures were a delight to behold: 2 George Forman grills, a huge boom box, an extra set of speakers (maybe to hedge against the feared situation that the first set that came with the boom box would break? get stolen? not work?), a keyboard, a large wooden side table or small coffee table, which we promptly placed in the foyer of Nancy's van o'dreams and propped our tired, yard saling feet upon, a ginormous gumball machine, and a snack vending device, which was certainly the highlight of the boys' finds, as evidenced by the following conversation between Devin and Donnie: "Dude, I will trade you all my stuff for that." "No way, man".

The only problem that arose during the morning aside from my severe lack of sleep was the farting. Yes. Boys can emit farts. Shocking, I know. And these farts can get amplified in a van full of musty junk. So, there were times when the van o'dreams became a death trap o' fumes. But other than the stinkiness, it was a grand time.

Be sure to join us next year.