A beer would be lovely, thank you. And thank you Spider Woman for the hugs. (What’s wrong with early birds? The ones that Turpentine’s houseguest are frightening off? Some of my best friends are early birds.)
Let’s check the trunk of the car:
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[li]a funk - a lovely shade of deep blue, of course (don’t need that anymore)[/li][li]navel lint (already contemplated)[/li][li]acts of kindness - one here, a couple there, a few more here, man these are scattered everywhere. Wow! There’re more of those than I thought![/li][li]warm fuzzies - I’m keeping a few for myself, but you can barter the rest.[/li][li]a cold shoulder - it was given to me, and I really don’t want to give it to anyone else. I tried wrapping it in the warm fuzzies, but it just didn’t work. Any suggestions? [/ul][/li]I’m sure I will find more stuff when I check…the basement.
JimB, the pizza is for everyone who shows up; and what’s nice about cyber pizza is there’s always enough.
Screech-owl, some of my die-hard garage-salin’ friends say the early birds are gate crashers, and that it is unfair to the ones who come at the right time (cause everybody always wants more stuff).
Shall we put the warm fuzzies under the beds of roses with the dust bunnies?
And speaking of more stuff, I found a few loose stools stored in the basement, so thought I’d put them in the furniture section (unless some one would like to sit on one).
[Hm, never had a problem with gate crashers at our garage sales. Just lucky, I guess.]
found a few more things:
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[li]a loose cannon (better watch that - near impossible to tie up)[/li][li]hindsight (lots of that)[/li][li]cat hair, graciously donated by HyperKitty (conveniently pre-packaged - dark hairs for light-colored fabrics and light hairs for dark-colored fabrics)[/li][li]nuthin’ (and plenty of it)[/li][li]and a 21-hand gelding complete with tiny soft feathers. Bred it myself for ease and comfort - people were always asking me to get down off my high horse.[/li][/ul]
I’m going to hide in the basement for awhile after that one.
It’s fun having screech-owls at garage sales. Everyone should have one.
I cranked up the wood-stove in the garage last night (got pretty cold) so all of us would be warm this morning while we are waiting for customers. My neighbor brought over all of her hot irons in the fire, so they are setting in the wood stove right now, ready-made for those who are pressed for time.
Anybody get time to look in their attics, basements or garages for stuff you want to get rid of?
I have a pile of regrets that have been cluttering up things around here. I’ll let these go real cheap.
I have this beautiful blanket of depression, all dark shades of blue with a teardrop motif. I’m looking for something a little brighter and happier to wrap up in.
Oh and I have this lovely skeleton from my closet. Just perfect for Halloween!
Thanks for bringing your stuff! Pull up a chair, and sit by the wood stove while we wait for customers. There is cold pizza, and we might order more later.
We’ll put the pile of regrets in the box with the hindsight; they might sell better that way.
Do you think we should put the blanket on the bed of roses?
(I want the skeleton; dang garage sales! I always end up buying more stuff from other contributors, so my net amount of stuff stays the same.)
(1) guilt trip - unknown origin; probably a family heirloom, but I’m willing to part with it go for a song (just not one of those annoying jingles or tv themes please).
(1) case of winter doldrums - I don’t know; I drag them out and slip into 'em every year, but they don’t really suit me. I know really should get rid of them.
(1) lack of self-confidence - complete and like new condition
I’m looking for a new pair of rose-colored glasses if anyone’s got a pair in trade. Oh, and I need a ying for my yang (I must’ve misplaced it!)
Also, I brought a case of Pete’s Wicked Ale to share and cherry cheesecake for dessert, and a whole box of smiles to put on the “free table” to encourage browsers.
Meanwhile, I’ll poke around and see if I can find anything else to get rid of… (like “ending sentences with prepositions” – anyone?)
I’ve got about 1000 magazines, free to whoever is willing to move them for me. This is not a joke. I live on the fourth floor, and those suckers are heavy!
Does anyone have a sense of shame they’d be willing to give me half of? I seemed to have lost mine along the way. In exchange, I’ll give you 1/2 of all the stupid dares and bets I’ve won.
I’ve also got a 3 foot stack of parenting manuals - guarenteed to induce helpful feelings of guilt and indequacy in any new parent. As a bonus I’ll toss in “What to Eat When You’re Expecting” aka, the control freak’s diet.
As a nice bonus, I’ve got 2 dozen never opened puzzles that one day I’ll get too. When I decide to do one, I’ll just buy them back at your garage sale.
Well, I’m sure happy about this sale. I going to let go of some of my prize possessions.
Lets see here are the loose screws, some half baked ideas, oh yes and the bad apples (there spoiling the whole barrel). I will see if I can find anything else I just can’t live with.
This is kinda embarassing - I have a coupla boxes that haven’t been unpacked after 2 moves and 4 years. I suspect I don’t need whatever it is I’ve been dragging along… Where’s the pile of great unknowns?
Oh, and I’ve got lots of fluffy doggie hair too - durn border collie - somebody got a spinning wheel? I hear it makes great yarn. In fact, I’d love to be able to spin a great yarn…
And I’ve brought along some fresh-baked goodies - not that I’m trying to buy friendship or anything… I just like to bake. Oatmeal raisin cookie, anyone?
Good Lord, Twistycakes, you know what happens when two people with no sense of shame get together? Besides the arrests for indecent exposure and public obnoxiousness? Oh, well, at least the others will be embarrassed enough for the two of us.
I’ve got some freshly burned bridges and a couple of albatross necklaces to donate. Let’s get 'em out of my life. Also a well-used nitpicker.
And under the bed I found that tacky plastic “Round Tuit” my father gave me when those were the latest great joke. Could use it for skeet shooting. I’ll be good and let my husband’s Deep Purple LPs in peace.
This is so much fun! I’m so happy you all could come. It makes the wait between customers go so much faster when we can all sit here and eat cold pizza and cheesecake, and unload stuff in the bargain.
I think we’ll throw the lack of self-confidence on top of that feathered high horse over there, not too far from the stuffed shirts.
Lots of rose-colored glasses left, Peta Tzunami! Just pick out the prescription you want.
That guilt trip seems to be a popular agenda; so many people are going there this year so everyone will want one (to give as a gift to their favorite relatives and friends).
Tatertot, if the magazines don’t go, we’ll cut the labels off and donate them to the library, or to medical waiting rooms. That’ll give us something to do inbetween customers also. But I’d pass on the sense of shame if I were you; enough of your friends and relatives will probably give you enough guilt trips to make up for it.
I’ll have to leave for a while a little later, will someone be able to sort stuff and dole out the change while I’m gone?
Oh, I have plenty of that I’d be willing to share–leftovers from my stint as a fundie. Perhaps you have an extra, small sense of adventure I could have instead of the “stupid dares and bets” – I’m not much of a gambler.
It’s a deal! Although, some of the dares and bets were rather fun, even considering the consequences. The only real regret I have is the time I ate two jars of jalepenos - that one kind of hurt the next day.
(TwistofFate, just cancel that subscription, or have the address changed to her place.)
Sn-man, we can put the half-baked ideas in the wood stove, finish 'em and sell 'em that way (but I might want some).
We’ll put the loose screws by the old saws, and the bad apples by some sour grapes someone brought by anonymously (they hardened into bitter raisins overnight).
Tatertot, you and Twisty might get cold out here so you may need to move into the house (where there is LOTS of spare animal hair).
FairyChatMom, thanks for the cookies! Do you like cold pizza?
Flodnak, maybe someone will want those bridges for their backyard pond landscaping. Or Anti Pro could use them when the leaks in her basement get too high, (if the bridges aren’t burned too badly). And I never have enough Round Tuits.
Bumbazine, I’m starting to feel some youthful enthusiasm. I’ll bet there’s some left for you. May be they came from Suo Na’s box of jingles.
I found a box of white lies, the box say’s they are essential when you want to “spare someone the pain.” There is also some vile innuendo, loose lips, a couple of back stabbers. A travel agent friend of mine has even donated several power trips and two ego trips.
I live on the fourth floor, and those suckers are heavy!
