We decided to have a yard sale at the beginning of August this past summer. The first day was miserable because it was so cold and raining. It was hard to keep the rain off of the merchandise. I was actually surprised that people still came while it rained. I guess if there is cheap junk, people will come rain or shine. The next day was a little nicer and a bit less miserable. Grandma Karen went over early to set up and I tried to get there as fast as I could but...the transmission decided it was done and I was stranded just before I got to the end of our road. I tried calling grandma, she didn't answer her cell, so then I called grandpa and he came over to help me move the car off of the road. I called dad and he was on his way home to help. Grandpa took me over to great grandma's house (where the yard sale was) and told grandma what happened. I was sad my car died. A lot more people came to the yard sale to see our junk.
The next day it was sunny and warm and more people came. Grammie and grandpa came to hang out, momma came for awhile and dad was over to help out. We got bored and got one of the little bikes out we got from a rental house and fixed it up so it was ride able. We each took a turn on the bike. The picture above is of dad riding the bike. The yard sale turned out to be a somewhat success, we earned close to $300 bucks between the four people. We will probably have one next summer if we can find some more junk to sell.
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