Yard sales are fun to shop at, not throw.

I'm a good 12 days behind in recapping most of the summer events that have been going on around here... the ones I promised I would talk about LAST Friday.

And I have pictures! LOTS of pictures!

But I'm also in the middle of setting up a giant yard sale because yes, it's happened again.

(And no, I'm not any better prepared than last time.)

So, to keep the wedded bliss that I now enjoy, I'm going to skip a cozy evening blogging at the computer in my nice warm house, and spend a cold and potentially mosquito ridden evening pricing items outside in the dark, instead.

I will leave you with a quick Blake story though, because they're always entertaining:

While checking out at the grocery store today, Blake informed the elderly gentleman bagging our groceries (in an unfortunately clear and loud voice), "You're fat!".

I died.

The end.