“Don’t worry, I won’t get anything too bulky—I know we’re moving in a month.” — me, this morning, like an idiot.
Well, I gave it my breast shot, but I wasn’t able to find too much at the yardsales this morning. I gotta say, it left me feeling a bit meloncholy, and for a while there I was teatering on the brink—like I was going to go all Twin Peaks on them, whipping out a pair of bazookas and just laying waste to all the boobs running today’s sales. (…Although, I guess if I had done that, it would’ve really caused some hootering and hollering.)
That said, the whole thing wasn’t a bust—I’m sure my mammary would be proud of this find:
50 cents for that mousepad? Man, what a racket. Continue reading
Now THAT’s how you advertise your sale.
Despite going to over a dozen yardsales this Saturday, I didn’t end up with all that much loot. My actual purchases included:
- A videogame,
- A spare wheel for a computer chair (I’m serious), and
- This toy car/Christmas decoration: