Okay, I'm trying to have a garage sale. I really hate these things. But, I also don't want to move all this stuff in 2 weeks...So I've spent my free hours over the last week pulling stuff out of every room to go out there. Trying to price stuff as I go along too. Then of course, there's cramming the rest of it in at the last minute! So I was up all night getting the last of it ready...and now here I am. I've got hubby's mother here to help...I guess I shouldn't complain, cuz it's better than trying to run this thing with the baby by myself. But that woman rubs every last nerve I have left the wrong way. She doesn't even have to try, it just happens! Then there's all the LOVELY people I've had the great pleasure of dealing with so far. All my signs went out saying 8-2 for the hours...but I'm out there at 6:30 putting everything out & someone stops. No big deal...look around, but everything isnt out yet. So she's picking thru boxes (of course stuff I havent priced yet)...and EVERY price I tell her she tries going lower. GRRR! It's not like it's tomorrow afternoon & I'm desperate to get rid of the remains...it's the first day & I haven't even opened it all up yet! Well since this is how it's starting out...I figure I'm just gonna have one fun-filled day of garage sale prison. I'm tired, I'm grumpy, I don't wanna deal with these people, I don't want his mother here, I just want it all over & everything gone!