I decided to make a little money. I mean, I have a lot of little nick-nacks and junk that surely other people would want to purchase. Honestly, who doesn’t want a little snowman mini-cookie jar that would only fit about four Oreo’s?

What about a sweet, nearly new copy of Top Gun on VHS? Come on, that’s a good deal! There was also some sort of material I found that I used to cover my piano with once. Old wine glasses, partially used candles, one pair of shoes, used florescent lights (with bulbs!) and a weed eater that doesn’t work.

So, I hauled out all this out to my drive way, not my garage, because I don’t like people nosing around in my garage when the stuff in there isn’t marked with a price tag, for the love….

A couple of tables were all set up in my living room for a quick and easy move outside. Item’s marked, coffee brewed, change in pocket, BRING ON THE SHOPPERS!

“chirp, chirp” (crickets, you get the idea)

I seriously think I sat through the lamest garage sale I have ever given. Not only that, but hurricane force winds decided to blow in and blow over and shatter one, count ‘em, one of said wine glasses from a wedding gift, twelve years ago, candlesticks included.

Oh, a few people came and bought some stuff. Poor things, when they were riding away, all I wanted to yell as I was waving was, “Sucker!” But, I didn’t because that would be rude, and I needed them to keep driving away with their new stuff.

I did get a hug from one lady visit from a near-by city. She was nice. We’re best friends now. I forget her name, but she was nice. Visiting her sister, you see. She bought a plastic 3-drawer unit thing. Thanks. That’s three dollars.

Hey! There’s some people! Dang, they speak Spanish and I feel like a ninny. “Um, sure,” I say, so eloquently. “You’re baby is lovely.” And there they go with toy and baby swing.

More wind, more coffee, no money. Some came by and chit-chatted about the wind and all the other sales around the area. Others didn’t say a word and just looked over the items and silently walked back to their cars without a “Hello” or “Have a nice day,” but most people were nice enough.

One guy had on a shirt that said, “Bimbo,” and I’m not sure if it was an insult or a soccer shirt. Still wondering. Others had on shorts, t-shirts, skirts, flip-flops, hats and still others needed to be on an episode of “What Not to Wear” (myself included).

All in all it was pretty lousy. I made fifty bucks. Yep, fifty. At noon, I loaded all my stuff back up in boxes, drug in the tables and chalked it up as “one of those days” and swore “I’ll never do this again.” The upside? I made fifty bucks and got a little sun.

Now, what to do with all this junk….