So, the yard sale went great!
We had wonderful weather... okay, maybe it was a little chilly but it was still enjoyable. We sat in my front yard under the canopy of trees and watched as cheapo people left without buying any of my
Milton had a great time. I think she also liked the fact that she was able to bond with the family members I'm constantly talking about (my sister, her girls, my brother Rick, my mom, Maria THE VEGETERIAN and her little daughter Sofia).
She did do a bunch of Milton things like reorganizing the shoes we were selling not once, twice, three times but like 500 times. She claimed somebody must have removed a $2 sticker on one of her items and placed a 50 cent sticker instead.
She also had kittens each time someone asked me what I was selling something for and I would talk myself down. "well, I want $3 but give me $2 and it's yours!"
She stuck to her prices and refused to negotiate which is probably why she's got more Benjamins than I do. The funny thing is that she owned up to her OCD and I have to say I enjoyed her company immensely.
There was one item I regretted putting out as soon as a lady picked it up. It was a gorgeous magazine rack that was almost new but I had put it away because I was abusing its magical powers and stacking too many magazines at one time.
When she asked me the price, I said $3 and had it in my head that if she thought it was too much, she could go eff herself. She gave me the $3 (in quarters!!!) and drove off with my irreplaceable, priceless magazine rack. I MISS YOU MAGAZINE RACK!!
The downfall of this weekend is that, thanks to Milton, I am now on a first name basis with a lot of my neighbors and their dogs. I now more about their problems than I care too! I swear to Nihm that if any of them so much as smile at me because they *know* me, I will fling poo at them! I liked not knowing anybody but Boomhauer and Wilson. My sanctuary has been trespassed and contaminated! The dogs were cute though.
I didn't make a lot of money (nope, can't retire yet) but the important thing is that my
JUNK treasures are now gathering dust in someone else's house. (MAGAZINE RACK, COME BACK TO ME!!)
Coming back to work today, I had a conference call scheduled where OZ was going to have to man up and scare this guy I had been having a verbal sparring match with for the past couple of weeks. Instead he wimped out and postponed the call for Friday because he didn't have enough "" facts "". It pissed me off but then I remembered it wasn't my company and so I had my rice pudding.
When I went to lunch, OZ stepped into the kitchen and started asking me questions about that same account.
I don't know about you but I don't get paid while I'm at lunch. I also don't like distractions when I'm trying to enjoy my ham samich so I said.
Bee: I didn't bring the chart to lunch with me because I eat lunch at lunch.
OZ: Oh, but I'm sure you have some memory of the account details.
Bee: No, not while I'm at lunch because all I'm thinking about when I'm at lunch is my lunch.
OZ: Well, can you just answer me this one question?
Bee: Suuuuuure! When I get back from lunch.
Staring contest ensues.
OZ [leans against the kitchen sink]: ...
Bee [pats her ham sandwich]: ...
OZ [crosses his arms]: ...
Bee [takes a bite of her sandwich]: ...
OZ: ... I guess I'll buzz you when you get back from lunch.
Bee: I'm staying an extra 5 minutes which is about how long this conversation took. [I wink]
OZ: Okay. Just let me know when you get back.
Bee: You betcha!
That's what I'm talking about!!! MOFO interrupting me and my smoked ham sandwich!