
Mom checking out the merchandise at our last sale.

Jamie telling me to get to work!

Dad, supervising.
Tomorrow is garage sale day. My sisters, Cindi and Jamie, and I are having a garage sale at Mom and Dad's house tomorrow. Cindi used to have sale a every year, especially when her son was small. Cindi always had lots of cute kids clothes and toys at the sale. Her garage sale used to attract A LOT of people every year. These crazy people would show up at 6 o'clock in the morning hoping to be early birds. You've never seen such a spectacle as this garage sale. We haven't had a sale in three years. It should be interesting. So tomorrow morning I will be driving to Independence at 5 am (ugh!) with a car load of clothes and assorted stuff. The car is so full of stuff in fact, that I can't see out the back window! Wish me luck. I don't want to bring this stuff home!
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