i hate garage sales

I should be getting dressed for the garage sale, which according to my signs, opens in a quarter hour.

Fuck that. The thing happened that always happens; someone removes price tags, gets the shit for a lower price, and then bargained the husband down again.

Yeah. Basically stealing.

And today I'm alone cuz the husband had to go to a rock-crawling race. One person fucks with me I'm shutting the door and going to the pool. Problem is, I've got a lot of shit. But, like the husband says, we can probably get more from this from a tax-deductable donation than we're asking at the sale.

Never again. This time I really mean it.

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