Today was YARD SALE DAY!

Today was YARD SALE DAY!

As in, the whole frakking neighborhood puts shit out in their driveways and people come by and give you money for it. I think they advertise it in the local papers, they do it twice a year, apparently.

This one was special though, because A) I woke up at 7:15 and had my stuff outside before the crowd (last year I woke up at 10! HA!) and B) I actually sold some stuff! Go me!

I sold my nailgun that takes .22 bullets and is made to fasten wood to concrete for $10, my wet tile-saw for $30 (çause that bastard on ebay never paid for it after he won the auction!) and Mark's doggie gate thing for $6. I was asking $10, but some lady talked me down and I was late for work. I took a loss on the tile saw (I wanted $50) and the doggie gate (I think mark wanted at least $10, who knows) but all in all not bad for killing three hours talking to the neighbors.

I discovered that Murphy's Law applies to yard sales as much as it applies to anything else: Whenever I'd walk across the street to talk to Tim and Kim (last name Fish, does that make them "the fishes" collectively?) someone would pull up and look at my stuff.

It is also important to point out that the main reason I'm stoked about the yard sale is I put this stuff out there last year AND the year before, and nothing sold. I think I need to do some major craigslist-ing this summer. I still have my beer/cider kit to sell.

I still have two papers to work on today, and I'm stuck at work till 11. I had better get to it, so I can salvage my Sunday.