Poor, pitiful me…. today

I was geared up for this weekend’s sales. Looked like there would be some worth going to. I had money from eBay. Granted it was money for bills due next week, but that’s next week. Who thinks that far ahead? I’d worry about that later. Tomorrow’s another day. Blah, blah, blah. Then last night – LAST NIGHT – a couple of unexpected bills popped up. Hubby asks if I can transfer some money over. Pooh. There went my fun weekend.

So this morning I scraped up all the change I could find, the dollar bill I found in my jeans pocket the other day, the one I’d hoped was a twenty, but wasn’t that lucky, and grabbed the couple of dollars in the cash drawer plus a five that doesn’t belong to me and set out.

First sale. Piled up all this:

A cracker jar and jars of buttons that I just sniffed and found they smell suspiciously of cigarettes.

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Celluloid manicure pieces and a scratched up Scotty dog box with three of the box feet missing.

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An old, rusty rake head because I liked the way it looked, some keys with a smiley face Samsonite key, a bottle, a Baby Ben, an iron candle holder thing (I think I’ll keep that – probably the only thing anyone else wants.), a white, metal doorknob and two casters. I’ll show you why on the casters another day.

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The girl said $18 for all that. Who knows how she came up with that figure? I don’t usually tell what I paid for things, but I’m making an exception this time. Especially since there’s nothing there I’ll be making a killin’ off of. I reached in my pocket, pulled out all I had, and said:
How ’bout $8 and some change?
She said OK. Yay! I think. Gathered up my treasures and was on my way.

I realized I still had a dime in my pocket and somehow, by some miracle, I scrounged up another dollar. In change. From the car’s cup holders and ashtray. Went to another sale and bought this cool, 1970′s am, flip clock radio.

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So there it is. Poor, pitiful me. Boo hoo. Thought I’d spend the day adding things to the web site and eBay so I could make some money, but ended up cleaning part of the day, Twittering and Facebooking the other part and never got around to the putting stuff up for sale work. I don’t know. Maybe I’ll do a couple before going home. Or tomorrow. I made a dollar today. That might take me to a sale or two, but I’m grounded tomorrow, too.

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