Or a colonoscopy.
Or some experimental feng shui.
I'm talking about...the garage sale!
That we survived today!
Whew!!!!!!!
The hubby and I were so convinced nobody would even show up. But there we were, half an hour before the advertised start time, and peeps were camped out by the street.
We had a mad dash for the first hour, a steady stream for the second, and by the third hour, we were able to close up shop and declare the thing a success.
And to be honest, the extra cash in our pockets doesn't make me nearly as happy as looking around this place and seeing an ABSENCE OF STUFF to clutter up the new casa! (Remember my new, OCD motto? A place for everything, and everything in its place? Ha.)
Chica was, of course, a huge help in the greeting department. She was running around like an adorable maniac the whole time.
And naturally, she was pretty enthused about the balloons on the mailbox. Mama was even dumb enough to hand her one, which made her deliriously happy--for the 2.5 seconds before she started running off and accidentally let it fly away. A second one, she loved a little too much (i.e. squeezed to the point of popping).
Eventually, she dragged out some of Daddy's old golf clubs and had some fun. Though they were a little bigger than her pint-sized set, so she had to rest every now and then.
All in all, she had so much fun, she plain wore herself out, and collapsed in Daddy's arms when she finally slowed down this afternoon.
(Would you just look at those clasped hands??? And that crazy cute hair??? Awwww.)
All in all, it was such a productive day. I'm very grateful it went well, and very grateful it's over!
And now it's Mama and Daddy's turn to collapse :)
'Night, peeps!
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