Picture says 1000 Words...

Like, I am utterly exhausted, drained, tired, too pooped to party, and I even have a balloon tightly clutched in my hand!

This is a picture of Libby from yesterday, after we had finished the yard sale, but let's go back to the beginning. We had gotten most of the stuff down from the attic on Friday night, and the yard almost set up, when it began to sprinkle. Of course the forecast had called for zero percent chance of rain. We moved everything into the garage and set the alarm for 6 AM the next morning. This is unheard of during the week, much less a Saturday. Was a gorgeous day, and we set to work. Leeanne arrived and we continued to get things out in the yard. We had visitors almost right away. One thing about a yard sale is that it will surprise you what will sell, and what will not. I am so thankful Leeanne was a part of the day. Eric would pop off to make sure the signs were still standing, or whatever. Having a nice, steady, and fun presence was huge, given how long the day gets. I have been asked if we will do one again. I have to say, I don't think so. Eric was very gung-ho on this one, until he heard how much we made. Considering all the work that went into it, he did not feel it had paid off. I can understand that feeling, but know if he had not had this strange desire for a sale, our attic would still look the same. It was good to get rid of so much stuff. I think we have one more purge to make this summer, but this time, it will all go straight to Goodwill :)

Libby was quite worn out from the day and could not/would not nap. Eric left to head to a friend's place on a lake for fishing, eating, drinking beer and male bonding. Good thing one of us had a fun afternoon. Crabbypants Roller was in a state. She wanted pizza and after I put it in the oven, I turned around to find she had fallen asleep at 4:45-aaaarrgh! Merlie woke her up with kisses when she came home about a half hour later. I actually, and cannot believe I am admitting this, fed Libby her pizza by hand. She was so tired and loopy, yet hungry, and I just had to help her out. It revived her and I was in for a long night. Moral of the story, never let your husband talk you into a yard sale unless you are the one who then gets to go out for a night of fun on the town with your girlfriends!

Gorgeous weather here, and we hope to get to enjoy some of it this afternoon.