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I picked the worst time of the year to move (July-August) then spent the last month and a half navigating unpacked boxed and boxes designated for a yard sale due to a kooky work schedule. Yesterday and today were the yard sale and I am ever so grateful for my two ruthless negotiating teenagers. Whoa, they could barter like I couldn't believe. I left pricing and payables up to them both days and they made a killing (or at least 3x more than what I would have asked for items...I just like to see items go, for whatever). I think they get it from my mom. She could talk anybody down in price...even at the grocery store, which always seemed pretty ridiculous to me. A penny's a penny, but honestly I think she got some cheap thrill in the process.
If you visit me on facebook, then you may have noticed I had to change my name - again. Really, asshole, you're stalking a mom? Ridiculous individual appears and re-appears about every 2 years and gets a little grosser than disgusting ... even for me. There's just so much I can laugh off, and then I go into protectionist mode. Sigh. Weird, wired world.
If you visit me on facebook, then you may have noticed I had to change my name - again. Really, asshole, you're stalking a mom? Ridiculous individual appears and re-appears about every 2 years and gets a little grosser than disgusting ... even for me. There's just so much I can laugh off, and then I go into protectionist mode. Sigh. Weird, wired world.