I cannot wait till tomorrow, when I can go to work and relax. Could not be more exhausted. I will recap this stupendous, took-72-hours,-really yard sale Monday morning; right now all I want to do is collapse with a book and count my many singles, just like I'm a stripper. We made almost $300. Everyone says Ida made a lot more if I'd not said, "That? Oh, that's a dollar" all the time.
Hooo care? We got rid of practically everything.
Will write Monday. Will actually really send those lemon crate signs to those of you who want them, which just goes to show you the One Man's Junk thing is alive and well. Speaking of one man's junk, Ned will be here soon, so I will talk at you tomorrow.
Did this yard sale make me look rich? Or fat?