It’s not the heat, it’s the humidity
OMG…I think I have heat stroke. We decided to participate in our community garage sale today (well, we decided two weeks ago). So I’m outside setting up at 6:30 this morning and it is so hot and humid that you could barely see the house across the street. Family back home thinks it gets humid in North Dakota…yeah right. Visit Virginia in June and you’ll never complain about ND humidity again.
In my quest to change my life, I’ve decided to lighten up the load – get rid of shit. I consider myself a thrower, I’m not big on sentimental value. It’s just crap. But I found that I had a lot of stuff that I could purge. People started showing up right away and we closed down after about 5 hours. We sold a lot more than I had anticipated. Both my girls were her, my sister, niece, and of course the little woman, who gave Poor Scotty a run for his money. By the way, he was sporting a pony tail today.
The heat was unreal, the kind of day that you wouldn’t leave your air conditioned house. But there we were, sitting out side and in the garage selling our crap. You know its hot when you drink a 32 oz coke, 4 large glasses of water and never have to take a pee. So now I know that I sweat coke through the pores on my face. That should be good.
