Today and tomorrow is a town wide garage sale in our town. I thought I would be barking out my window at jerks all day but there was not much activity. I used this time to nap instead. I do not understand garage sales. Jeff likes old American made pocket knives. Garage sales would probably be a source for them. But we just can not go into a strangers driveway and say “Hey I am going to look at all this stuff you are going to otherwise throw away tomorrow and maybe give you some dollars and quarters for it.” I think that is weird.
In other news I want to squeeak that chicken but I believe that removing said chicken may cause that pillow to bonk me in the head.
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