Saturday, August 7, 2010

So help me..

If I ever mention to anyone, EVER again, that I want to have a garage sale in August, SMACK ME. Really.
Two days of hard work, sweating my arse off, and dragging crap in and out and I am $17 richer. That is all.
Today it went from 100 degrees to raining, to 100 degrees, to storming. I am so tired I could cry.
And this was nothing...
Next week, we MOVE.
Someone hold me.


Angie and Michael said...

WHOA. That's not cool! :( Sending you good vibes of 'getting everything done-ness'!

thepsychobabble said...

I'm sorry hon. Been there, 'tis sucky

Vixen said...

There is only one thing worse than a garage sale in August. Moving. My thoughts are with you, because you will have none left, I am sure.