Tomorrow is it. The one we have been waiting for. My tool belt is packed. The cooler is waiting by the fridge for various unhealthy foods to be packed into it at o'dark thirty. My plan is to be waiting by Nancy's Big Van O' Dreams by 5:55am tomorrow morning. It will be cold. A future blog post might need to be written which entails proper yard saling gear. (Layering is key; and ponchos are bad ideas). I may have to fall asleep in the van on the way back.
We have some requests from our friends. They include:
1. khaki uniform boys' pants, sizes 7 and 10
2. metal/iron outdoor furniture
3. stainless steel fish cleaning sink
4. dresser
5. I need some warm things; warm blankets, sheets, pajamas, anything that will make me warm-it's freezing here already!
I also need to stop by Junque to get burlap sacks for the sack races the 2nd graders will have soon. Reegan has them for $2 each. Additionally, I am trying to convince Nan and Sam to drive to a 100 year old barn/farmhouse estate sale in Chesterfield. I have discovered I love anything wooden and rustic, and this is sure to fit the bill. Can you imagine?
The excitement is starting to build. I may have trouble falling asleep. 500 plus sales! Apartment sales! Nowhere (as far as we know) to use a potty! Don't you want to join us?
A side note: please, yard sale propreiters and propreiteresses, please don't light up a cigarette the minute we walk into your garage. You have every right to do so, it is true, but you might be losing customers.
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