Sure, I know that Wednesday's picture is strictly on the "yard" while this one encroaches into the garage. But still. They're both garage sales to me. I thought I'd at least get some Utahans saying "garage sale" but only Emily? Huh. It must be a Dixie thing. Thanks Mom. Thanks a lot.
I just don't know what to say you those of you not wearing shirts underneath sweatshirts. I'm amazed. Every time Chuck takes off a sweatshirt to reveal only a garment top, I get the chills. Oh well. I'm sure it will pass in about ten years. (Why ten? That's the number of years it took me to overcome my gross-out-edness of ankle socks.) If I see you when you're dressed this way, please just don't tell me. I'd like to stay in the dark on this one.
Finally, if I say, "Shame, shame, I know your name," what do you think of?
In other news, we got cable yesterday. Ugh. Because that's what I need: more TV.
This just in...the arm hair continues to grow! Two inches and counting.
You could always call it a "tag sale" and then the technicality of location doesn't need to play a factor! ;)
ReplyDelete(I've noticed lately the trend is to call them "estate sales"-- even when the home hosting the event is far from an "estate.")
i was amazed how many people said no shirts underneath - gross! so weird. ben's on our side, too. :)
ReplyDeletei don't think of anything when you say "shame, shame. . ." except for what you just said.
why cable if you're so ugh about it?
gross about your arm hair.
GOONIES!!!
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