& that's the way life goes

This past weekend I did something I haven’t done since I was a child.  I went to the sub-wide garage sales around my house.  I used to go every summer with my Grandma.  She would give me, LP and AP a couple dollars in quarters and off we’d go.

Since buying our  cottage we’ve needed little things like tables, glasses and odds and ends and I figured that going to some garage sales would be perfect. JP came with me and scored some cool stuff while I feel in love it with it all over again.  I spent $36.50

shelf – $4
lamp – $4
table – $2
glider – $15
Drink Sign – $1
5 Glasses (in plastic bag) – .25
Comforter – $2
Blanket – $3
Cabinet – $5
Liko – not included

Friday night we made the 3 hour trek up north, which ended up taking closer to 4 hours because of the torrential downpour. We picked up LP while I had a panic attack from hell the whole ride up there. It was truly awful. LP and C are two peas in a pod. She’s become good friends with C over the years and they can both put down some beer. They drank a 12 pack Friday night in a couple hours when we first arrived.  It would have been more but C wasn’t thinking and when they finished those all the stores were closed.

Saturday began with a frantic search for coffee only to find that the town was out of power (not us thankfully). Burger King was open so we stood in a relatively short line for a long amount of time. When we got back around 11 there was a 24 case of beer and shitload of floor tiles and paint calling our names. C started on the floors while LP and I painted the last bedroom (a blue that I later decided is WAY too dark, but I don’t want to redo it!).

We finished somewhere around 12:30am. So 13.5 hours and 36 beers later (I didn’t have any and they had to get another 12 pack) the living room, 1 bedroom and kitchen were tiled and the last bedroom was painted. Without LP we wouldn’t have gotten so much done. The joke was C is a Union worker, taking as many breaks as possible or getting distracted by shiny objects. LP and I on the other hand are immigrant workers or woman…who just want to get shit done. (Yes that was a little stereotypical, but stereotypes come from somewhere people. Not to mention before the whole auto thing blew up, the guys sweeping floors were making somewhere around $20/hour)

I took pictures! Yay! *Gasp…

notice the grossness on the floor to the right, it's got 30-50 years of dirt/grim on it

I realize that the new tile we put in is hideous but it’s clean and it was CHEAP. 28 cents per square foot.

We’ll be replacing that disgusting green closet door and refinishing the cabinets

beer drinkers

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