Turns out June is not a good time to have a yard sale in Florida. Ya know why? Because everything fricking melts before you can collect 25-cents for it! Then you have to scrape it up off the asphalt and put it in a trash bag. And then some people don’t want it no more. Stupid picky yard salers.
We did have fun playing with the melted crayons though… (“Look! I can draw with my finger!”) And we have made over fiddy bucks and gotten rid of some crap. Not to mention all the weight we’re sweating off.
I’m just taking a break to give my cerebral cortex a chance to re-solidify.
Is it bad when you can hear your brain slosh around in your skull?