The girls arrived home last night at 5:37, just as I put one spoonful of my supper in my mouth. Figures. Anyway, they had about 11 bags between them (not counting my mom) , and BOY did they ever get the sales. Best deals were Value Village and the damaged rack at another store. Apparently the clerks there had really open ideas as to what constituted damaged, and slashed prices like nuts. Sarah got one pair of jeans, brand new, for something like six bucks because the BUTTON was missing. Another pair had the buttonhole uncut. The others got similar deals, but Sarah’s pile was biggest. My mom gave them a dollar limit, and they can stretch it like all get-out. I asked them how many stores they went to, but they lost count. Naturally, they hit all the really good second-hand shops too.

They even bought Emma a shirt that looks like something Sarah would wear. I have no idea what time my mom went to bed last night. Maybe my Mom will leave a comment. (subtle hint)

So Thursday night I had the brilliant idea that I have enough stuff kicking around for me to have a small yard sale this morning (Saturday). I spent most of Friday very sleepy and made half-hearted attempt to organize myself, but it was so not working. This morning when I woke up at 7:45 to a bang which I still haven’t figured out, I said to myself, “Frig this,” and rolled over and went back to sleep. I didn’t feel like scrambling to haul stuff outside, organize tables, find my sign, some change and generally start my day with an adrenalin rush.

Don’t you hate when that happens?

Anyway, when I finally did get up, I discovered someone up my street is having a yard sale, and since I’m on the corner, everyone driving by is looking in my yard to see if the sign posted on the telephone pole belongs to me.

Sigh.

But today’s high? 33C/91F. And it’s currently over 25c/77F out there.

So maybe next week. Heck, all my stuff is priced now. Ooo! It just occured to me the bang I heard might have been whomever putting the sign on the telephone pole. It’s happened before – this one Friday night last summer, around 11:30, some guy came by and used about three thousand staples with a cranky staple gun to stick a sign up and we had all our windows open, trying desperately to go to sleep.

What’s a podcast, you ask? Eh, really only a fancy term for an audio file you can listen to on your ipod. Don’t have an ipod? No problem, it’s in MP3 format, so your computer should play it.

Pod for Thought #1 Please right-click and “save as”, so it goes on your hard drive (or your ipod) and you can listen to it from there. File size is just over 16MB, running time is 17:04.

Things we discuss: what to discuss, our backgrounds growing up, homesteading and homeschooling. It’s a crash course introduction to Ron & Andrea, with a couple funny bits tossed in. Enjoy!

ETA: please let me know what you think!