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Mi bonita acompañándome en un nuevo cumpleaños <3 #amor #cumpleaños #potys #teamo (en Condominio los Nogales)

Regaloneo de pololos <3 #amor #pasteles #juguito #llenitos #potys (en Patrick's Bakery)

Honorable Mentions of the Yard Sale are: Guy Who Dresses Like a Douche But Seems Like A Nice Guy, Romance Novel Grandma, and Porcupine Mohawk Guy in Loud Shirt and Jorts Who Bought a Lamp.

Ate McDonalds for lunch, not that great. I've only sold two more pairs of jeans and a shirt. I've given up keeping the money box and bookkeeping and I want to go take a nap but I have to keep counting people. Patron total: 603.75 The Best Bros award goes to the triple entente: Shirtless Redbull Guy, Neon Yellow Tight Shirt Dude, and Grey Shirt Bro who bought a suitcase as they are headed off to the west coast forever hoping to "wife up some Hollyood chick." Best of luck to them.

Patron count: 358.25 and climbing. I've sold another $5 worth of clothes, bringing my total to $10.50. I'm slowly taking over the keeper of the money box position. The customers have ordained me the go-to girl for all questions for some reason, even though I know few of the answers. I've finished my Earl Grey and am halfway through a can of sweet Snaptea. I've also eaten the apple and rice I packed myself and am starting to get hungry again. The patrons come in waves, much like the zombies in Plants vs. Zombies. It seems they all want to know about the buckets, which are for sale for $2 a piece, and they refuse to dig through our bin of clothes, so I put the clothes on hangers and hung them up.

We've gotten 122.25 patrons and I stopped counting number of sales. I've become the bookkeeper instead of the keeper of the money box but I plan on taking over both jobs. I've made $5.50 on two of the three things I thought would be hard to sell: my giant fan, my cat teakettle, and (yet to be sold) my old army stretcher. However, once the sink parts which are on top of the stretcher are sold I expect more interest. My family's single bin of clothes has yet to be touched. Best Dressed of the Yard Sale award goes to Elderly Lady Who Asked the Price of a Doll But Put it Back, in a red double-breasted coat over red, beaded skirt and shirt. Cutest Voice of the Yard Sale award goes to Elderly Lady Who Bought a Weedeater. Coolest Beard of the Yard Sale award goes to Trucker Dude.

So far there have been 16.5 patrons (4 bought stuff, not counting the 2 cars that just looked from their cars then pulled out) plus a killdeer which ran into the driveway and yelled at us. I've priced and listed all of the things I'm selling at a total of $60.50 if it all sells at asking price. 2 people have told me I "look comfortable" but I don't know exactly what they mean, and apparently I look bored because I was asked if I wanted to go in and watch TV. I accidentally referred to myself a keeper of the money box out loud. I claimed a Hooters shirt for myself to be used as a pajama shirt, and my Earl Grey has finally cooled down enough to be drinkable.

We're still setting up and three people have already come by, only one buying anything. I've taken my rightful place as keeper of the money box.