Garage sale hell - part 2

Well, the garage sale came and went. I'm not $1,000 richer but I am $287 and change richer. Huge difference, no? Let me explain.

Friday night we met up at the location and started setting up tables. We were just going to get the tables placed and then be there at the butt crack of dawn Saturday morning to get all the crap loaded up on the tables. This was a YARD sale, no garage involved, so it was just all out there for God and everybody to beg, borrow or steal. The majority (read - not me) decided to go ahead and put stuff out since there was just so much of it. We'd have to be there at 3am to get everything set out on tables. So, against my better judgment, we put our stuff out on the tables and covered it all with plastic praying it would still be there the next morning. It was - remember, this is small town Illinois I'm living in, population 7,200.

While they were setting up Friday afternoon people were stopping thinking the sale was going on then. Rather than turn people away sales were made. I can't complain about that. What I can complain about is that my sister, who was there all day because all she does for a living is deliver newspapers, only put her stuff out. As in purposefully avoiding the things that were mine in the same damn tub that she was pulling her stuff from. So, of course, she had sales of nearly $200 on Friday, before the sale even started, and I had roughly zilch-o. Nice.

Saturday morning I woke up at 5am so I could get showered and look somewhat presentable all day. I sat in the sun all day and didn't get home until 4:15. Oh yeah, did I mention we were supposed to meet up at 4:30 to go out to eat? I took the world's quickest shower to wash the sweat off and loaded up on the perfume.

We went to eat and then Jenn and Tony came over to our house and we sat and talked and drank. I think all told I had 2 beers and 2 Captain and diets over a 7 hour span. My husband on the other hand, again thought he needed to drink an entire half gallon of Captain Morgan. Jenn and Tony left shortly after midnight.

Hubby laid down and immediately realized he had the spins. So, he took his pillow and laid on the bathroom floor. I didn't sleep well knowing full well what was going to happen...that he would soon be praying to the porcelain god. And that he did. I guess I should be happy that he didn't get into bed - there wasn't a repeat performance of the puking in the bed incident from a few months ago - but there was a puking on the bathroom floor incident. What a mess.

I think I got 2 hours of sleep Saturday night and we were back at the garage sale thing on Sunday. By the time we got everything packed up and home it was almost 4 and I hadn't gone to the grocery store so I went and did that and then started supper as soon as I got home.

By the time I finally sat down to relax after supper I was so physically exhausted that I ended up going to bed at 9. And did the same thing last night. I'm still tired sitting here at work today.

We had a few "run-ins" with family over the weekend with the whole garage sale thing. But if we hadn't I would have wondered what was wrong. I'll get into that issue another day.

Bottom line - I survived the garage sale and made a little money. I got rid of the big things I really really wanted to get rid of and all my stuff is separate from all my sisters stuff and will not be mixed together for any future sale. period.