Instead of sleeping until 8:00 or maybe even 9:00 a.m., I’ll be up at 5:30, setting up tables for the massive garage sale we’re having AGAIN. (We had one last year and I thought I would not be doing it again for a very long time, but I just accumulated a lot more stuff. Remember, I made $400? I could use that for New York.)

I will be frustrated because there will be people here, ready to shop, when I open up my garage doors, even though it starts at 7:00 a.m. Really, people … it’s not that great. You can wait that extra hour. This isn’t WalMart the day after Thanksgiving.
I will be haggling with some lady over paying 25 cents for a JELL-O jelly bean mold.
I will be watching as La Petite Belle cons all shoppers into buying cookies and lemonade.
I will watch as some lady tries to stick her big size-10 foot into my size-7 shoes and thinks they fit as her heel hangs off the back. Am I going to tell her they’re too small? Nope.
I will be drinking lots of coffee and eating the traditional powdered donuts (only bought on special occasions). Who doesn’t love a good powdered donut?
I will be doing some laughing and eye-rolling with my friends, Carlie & Tiffany, who each have their fair share of stuff to sell. It’s massive, ya’ll. This is just a picture of half of the garage. We can barely walk in it.
I will start to feel tired and gross at about noon.
I will be counting my earnings by 1:00 p.m. … then trying to figure out a definite plan of action for Beau and I to not spend the money on something else (hoping we make enough to purchase our plane tickets) … of course, minus the money I’ve already spent at my own garage sale … how dumb. But, look what I got from Carlie.

I will be napping by 2:00 p.m.