A few weekends ago I got the urge to go yard sale shopping. I thought it would be a great way to save money on some of the items we need for our future apartment. So I convinced sweet Jason to wake up super early on the one day of the week he gets to sleep in, come pick me up, and join in on my yard sale adventure. Well it didn't take long before I realized what a yard sale rookie I am. I failed to compile a list of local yard sales, so we drove, and drove, and drove. We went to a total of 5 yard sales, but wound up empty handed.
The following Friday night I was determined to give it another try, so I did my homework. I searched online for local yard sales and picked several that sounded promising. I even mapped out an organized route this time around.
The next morning, Jason came to pick me up and we began our bargain hunt once again. We followed our highlighted route, hoping to strike gold at one of these houses. Unfortunately, we faced letdown after letdown. Once again, we wound up empty handed.
Even though we did not find what we needed, we still managed to have a good time (or at least I did).
To add some comedy to our adventure, Jason asked me to illustrate my feelings toward each yard sale, so I did...
To make our defeated selves feel better, we drove to Panera and enjoyed our "Breakfast of Losers".
Hey Jason! Do you want to try again next Saturday?!! ;)
Something tells me I shouldn't push my luck... Eh, maybe I'll give it a few weeks and then try again.
