Garage Sale Shopping is an Art

...that I cannot draw...or shop...or whatever.

I invited Kenna to go garage sale shopping with me last Saturday.

It turned out to be a dud.

I expected to find all of those cool "GARAGE SALE HERE" signs all over the streets that I normally see. I only saw one. An "ESTATE SALE".

Wow.

That was depressing.

Kenna and I decided that we were never going to one of those again. Bleh. Everyone was pushing there way all over the house and it just seemed relatively disrespectful. Again, bleh.

I'm going to get this thing figured out and become a master garage saler.

Here's to good luck.

Thanks to Kenna for being my guinea pig! You were fun to have on the go.