Friday, September 26, 2008
Wall Street can do it; why can't we?
Up at 5:30 a.m.! To induce vomiting by our house!
It's Neighborhood Garage Sale weekend, and Dr. ER and I are contributing all kinds of stuff, mostly hers.
"Not a single book," I said. My stuff is mostly clothes. Hers is all kinds, including some of *her* books.
Vomiting? Almost nobody actually has a "garage sale," they trot their stuff out onto the driveway. With so many garage doors open and crap lying out, it'll look like about every seventh or eighth house in the neighborhood has barfed on itself.
Come buy some of our crap!
-- Dr. ER
My parents still have a set of Lincoln Logs - the real, wooden kind with the plastic roof A-frames and green balsa slats. I loved building stuff with those. Also had a Girders and Joints set as a kid and built a replica of the Sears Tower that my cat proceeded to try and climb, causing it to tumble to the ground.
And Dr. ER said a guy about our age took the Lincoln Logs after lifting rhe lid to take the obligatory nose hit!
I'm in a wingback chair situation in the doorway to the garage, lettin' all the bought air out and the flies in, to keep an eye on the stuff in the driveway while Dr. ER goes to PT and then to get her hair done. A leetle bit awkward.
Make your own peeps?!?! Where has that been all my life?!
I cannot live without such a contraption. Must. Ebay. Peep. Machine....
I'm going to look on e-bay...
Our church had a yard sale last Saturday.
All during the week as people brought their stuff they bought stuff that other members had brought. There weren't much left after that.
I hate to do yard sales.