Garage Sale.

G is for garage sale, which is going on at my house right now. I'm not sure if we've made much money, but there seems to be a constant stream of people. Lots of people buy the stuff that's $1 or a quarter, but no one wants the desk that my mom bought from another garage sale two days ago, or the "Flintstone table" (I don't know why it's called that) we have had forever. My cat, Snickers, was outside for awhile being cute and rolling around on the driveway while I petted her with my foot. She prefers feet to hands, I'm not sure why.

Anyway, it's a good thing I'm not in the retail business, because I am a horrible salesperson. I'm really introverted, and it takes a lot of effort to say "Hi" and "Have a nice day" and I am terrible at making small talk and I'm not very witty or funny to strangers. I do have a sense of humor, people just don't realize it at first.

Being home only for the weekend, I tried to find a few things to put in the garage sale. I am such a packrat, and I desperately need to go through all the junk in my room, but nobody wants that, so it's hard to decipher what's good enough to sell. So far I've contributed some purses and old clothes and books from when I was younger. I think I am finally ready to let go of a lot of my childhood and freshen up my life.

Have a lovely day!