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The Big Yard Sale

Today was Yard Sale Day. A few days ago the "weather forcasters" started predicting thunderstorms for today, so the BIG SALE has been moved to the 7th of next month. What does this mean exactly? It means it is the most beautiful damn day in all Ft. Carson history. The sun is out, there is the occasional "keep you cool" cloud, and just the right amount of breeze. I would have gone ahead with the sale anyway, nut I didn't rent tables. No tables, no place to put anything. Yard sale day is my day to sit outside with my friend and neighbor, Amy while Clint has to handle the children. Don't get me wrong, I worship, adore, and love my three babies, but every woman deserves a chance to be at home and be totally unavailable. I guess I now have something to look forward to. It also gives me more prep time. I still have to sort and price the clothes, finish my Yard Sale signs, and make sure all the baby toys are cleaned off.
Feel free to stop by on May the 7th and see what we have. HEE HEE

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Anonymous said…
Shop online today. Forget driving to the mall when you can just click the mouse and order from your favorite store. No traffic to deal with

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