I Call B.S. On That ThumbsUp

Yeah. You heard me. See that thumbs up up there? That is the picture I shared with hundreds of people along with pictures of stuff that wasn’t even mine. The message? Come and get it! Everything is great! The day is great! The prices are great! And, well, look at that face? Doesn’t that face just say, “GREAT!” ?

It, was a lie. I dispise holding garage sales. The day was flipping hot and I am not a big sun person. And seriously, who the hell wears a size 0–2 in woman’s other than my sister? Not anyone in the town I live in! And if they do, they are probably druggies and they are not going to be at a garage sale. The stuff? O_O I go there. Yes! The prices were great because nothing was priced! If they stopped and tried to walk away without buying what they picked up, I took it to them and let them have it!

As far as the chic in the picture, I will be okay. As soon as my little birdhouse and my little birdhouse porch are empty of all this extra…stuff.

My sister has already moved. I have already said goodbye to my befriend. Now to quite literally get rid of Her baggage. So I can deal with my own.