I don't really have much to say about the recent spate of celebrity deaths. I'm still recovering from the trauma of having a garage sale.
I HATE having a garage sale, but I never remember why and how much I hate the process until I'm hip deep into it. And like every time before, I'm vowing that I will never, ever have another garage sale. Amen.
The preparation is a pain. Gathering up unwanted items, cleaning them, trying to price them, what a hassle! But what I really hate is the sale itself. I despise dickering. I swear, people must read that on my face, because they become ruthless. Some old man asked me what I wanted for a handful of random auto parts and when I said 25 cents, he pressed two nickels into my hand and said, "That's it."
WHAT? And I let him do it! That pisses me off now, but my brother had a good point. Was the extra 15 cents worth arguing over? No. The principle probably was, but I didn't realize that until I was still fuming, an hour later. Then there was the couple who came with an armload of quarter-a-piece clothes and said, "$4, right?" When I counted, they had 25 pieces. I hemmed and hawed, feeling like a quarter was a pretty good deal for a jacket. Then the woman spins me this yarn about donating them to orphans. Give me a frickin' break, lady. I almost stood firm, but damn it all to hell, I caved. And let her take a tablecloth for half the ticket price. Sucker, thy name is Jen.
The sad thing is, this was maybe a half-hour into the sale. I hadn't even gotten desperate yet. Because about two hours in, I was hot and tired and sick of finding crap that should have been put out hours ago. I wanted the damn sale to be done and I wanted to float in my pool with a fruity drink. And about 11:30, that's exactly what I did. After helping Mr. Clairol box up the remnants, I whipped up a yummy cocktail, slipped on my suit and floated in my pool. I highly recommend this if you're contemplating a garage sale.
G-Sale Antidote
3/4 c cubed, seedless watermelon
2 oz coconut rum
1/2 C crushed ice
Whirl it in the blender and pour into a tall glass. Best when sipped on the water, hot pool boy (or husband) for garnish. And yes, I had rum before noon. The normal rules are suspended in the wake of a garage sale.
Monday, June 29, 2009
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5 comments:
Oh, I hear you. I hate having a garage sale too. I like going to other people's sales, but I hate having my own, for all the reasons you mentioned. It's just a whole buttload of work, for not that much money. However, my family really enjoys it, so I go along with it. If I had it my way, I'd just take all the crap to the consignment store and be done with it.
Can I just skip the whole garage sale thing and go straight to drinking rum before noon in your pool?
We used to have a big, multi-family yard sale at our neighborhood pool when all the kids were small.
One year I let two members of the neighborhood tribe talk me into bringing a box full of frogs, they had collected out of the stream, to sell. BIG MISTAKE. We had frogs going everywhere and then they ended up in the pool...
Sweetie, I hope you made a nice pile of money. And GOOD call on the rum!
I am a wuss - no garage sales for me - it all goes to Goodwill.
rum before noon makes mfor a very happy mama!
and garage sales....my husband keeps saying, "Why not have a garage sale th is weekend? get rid of some of that stuff in the garage?" HELLO!!! Do you KNOW how much work has to go into one of those things???!!!!! IDIOT!!!
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