So We're Moving.

On Sunday.

Since returning home late Tuesday night, I haven't packed anything.
Or thought about packing anything.

But I did call our insurance agent (that's right, I'm responsible and have renters insurance!) and get a lecture about how expensive D.C. is compared to Virginia and how when we are going to have kids we should move to Virginia. "Or Kansas," I replied. But thanks so much for your unsolicited thoughts that will not factor into my move in three days.

Three days.
Shit.

Did I mention? It's 9p.m. and I'm still at work. Due to two looming deadlines, I should work all weekend too. That... won't be happening.

Also? Mr. Perfect flew to Colorado the day after I got back home. He gets back on Friday.

The emotion I feel most right now is summed up by shrugging.

Why? I guess because:
We've been slowly packing away.
We sold a ton of crap.
We hired movers (you are welcome friends that I will not ask to move me! Also, thanks to Carm for teaching me that lesson long ago that "I'm not going to ask my friends to move me because I don't want to move them.").
We don't have to be out of the house until Tuesday. I think.
I remembered to take out the trash today.


I'm more concerned by my lack of concern than anything else.

Eh (shrug).

I Don't Get That One Often

After giving me directions to the correct area for my train to the airport in Seattle, this went down.

Cop: Where are you from?

Me: D.C.

Cop: I thought you loked uptight.

This One Time, At Our Garage Sale

We had a ridiculously large garage sale yesterday.
It was also a ridiculously good time.

It started, of course, super early. We advertised for the sale to start at 9a.m. We got up around 7:30 and people were swarming us by 8.

Now is a good time to mention we hadn't priced anything. Or really decided what to sell the non-furniture pieces for. Kinda a mistake when there is a deluge of people asking you how much, how much, how much?

Like when the lady walked up to me with my DVD player - my DVD player we had decided not to sell but Mr. Perfect pulled out and put outside anyway - well when she asked me how much, I totally froze and said $20. She promptly replied that her husband was buying it from "that guy" (Mr. Perfect) who had said it was $5. Damn. That was also the first time I realized Mr. Perfect was undercutting my pricing by at least 75%. And selling my crap (heeey! That's my brand new Nalgene bottle that you picked out with me!)

One year old clippers? Josh and I think $20. Mr. Perfect says $3. THREE. DOLLARS.
There was a lot of WHHHAAT looks flying around.

Anyway, we had a massive swarm of people at 8a.m.
And the first thing, the most popular thing to go?
Mr. Perfect and my old clothes. I had about 6 trashbags full of clothing, including one that had all the old clothes I thought I would donate instead of trying to sell.
However, that morning was so chaotic that I just pulled every bag out. I didn't even have anything hung up when people started going through the bags on their own.
The best sellers? The bag of clothes I was going to donate.
And the things the boys made fun of me for selling - bottles of shampoo, conditioner, bras. Yes, my old bras were hot tickets. I had bra-shame though. When someone asked me how much, I got totally awkward (standard) and gave her 3 for $1.

Even with selling almost all the clothes for $1, and none more than $3, I made $150 in an hour.
One. hour.

I remember looking at my phone after what felt like 3 hours of mayhem to see it was just then 9:05. Wow.

It finally started slowing down a bit around 10 or so.
Around then, the owner of the Mexican restaurant across the street stopped by and started haphazardly grabbing items and stacking them up. He got a nice pile of loot including a huge bottle of nasty wine (white zin) that has been sitting at our house for a few years that he decided he would put on display at the restaurant, then started to offer to resell his stuff to people who walked up and didn't know his pile was claimed. Basically, he was awesome. He hung out and chatted with us for a bit before we helped him take his haul across the street.

An hour or so later, he came back with a woman who works in his restaurant and bought our TV for her. We hung out a bit longer, then he went back to work.

I think around 12 or so a  young couple came and started scoping out all the tables we had. It turned out they were in town for the weekend and had promised his sister that they would make a t?able to fit into a corner of her kitchen. Only... they didn't have wood. Or tools. Well, we had both. So for some cash and a 12-pack, they got a coffee table, side table and filing cabinet and the use of Josh's tools. Win-win!

More people came and went, we realized we still had a ton of crap inside (oh yeah, that table! And that one! And the lamps!) and our friend delivered us fresh chips, salsa and queso from the restaurant. Just 'cause.

I offered some to our friends on the other side of the porch - yes, still working on the table - but they weren't hungry.

Then about an hour later he came back, started grabbing more stuff and severely low-balling our prices.
We basically didn't even care by this point. I mean, he wanted our treasure map. Again, to hang up in the restaurant. This man was after my heart.

Oh, and now show be a good time to mention he's Moroccan, so his idea of what the Mexican restaurant should look like was hilarity. Weird wine bottle? Yes! Treasure map? Hell yeah!

After he left, I checked on our carpenter friends. Still there.

So I cuddled up in a gaming chair and went to work on my afternoon nappage. (in the black chair below - still for sale! The restaurant, as you can see, is rightthere)

The day was winding down. We had done some ridiculous damage, but we were pretty surprised that pretty much none of the nicer furniture had sold.

Any worries we may have had about stuff we had left were soon whisked away when our Moroccan friend showed back up and invited us over for drinks as he did one more round through our stuff (in his defense, there probably was new stuff out each time he came by - we were poorly managed). But he must have been able to tell we were pretty comfortable lounging in the lingering sun of a beautiful fall afternoon, because soon he yelled across the street for one of his waiters to deliver margaritas to us. As in, walk them across the street to our yard.

Hell.
Yeah.

As he told us how much he was going to miss us when we moved, I ignored the fact we never eat at his restaurant and I had never seen or talked to him before, and agreed wholeheartedly.

As I sipped my margarita, I looked down and realized I was cuddling with the one thing we had (not that it was for sale) that our friend actually needed. A Mexican blanket. Done and done. (yes, we gave him the banana slicer for free - he earned it with about 15 size-of-your-banana jokes)

Our carpenters (yup, still there) were shocked we were moving from this awesome place.

Basically, it was the best garage sale.
Ever.

Biggest Garage Sale Ever

You know what happens when you have a group house of 4 people that has been occupied with 8 people over the course of 5 plus years decide to move out and have a sale?

You have the most random-ass garage sale ever. Featuring everything you need to outfit an entire house, with the exception of a bed. Wow.

Seriously.
Two craigslist postings long.

Please come buy our crap.

Slightly Disappointed This Wasn't at the 7-11 on Wornall

So that is amazing.
Thanks to K-did for sharing the Plog link. 

I recommend watching the original video - I feel like they left out some awesomeness at the end.

Also? I love it when clerks fight back. 

Surely it won't be long before the 7-11 will get it's own autotunage.

Overheard at the Bowling Alley

Erin: Did you know curly fries cost 50 cents more than regular?

Mr. Perfect: Well, they have to curl them!

Just FYI

We are going to a play tonight known as "The Vibrator Play."

Yup.

Sharks. No dice.

Did you see the news?
They caught an 8ft shark in the Potomac. 
SHARK.

Mr. Perfect's reply to my OMGWTFSHARK email sums my feelings up nicely:

"i saw.  agreed.  wtf.  not like you weren't already sufficiently scared of the potomac."

Jersey Shore Circus

Shared by Mr. Perfect because he gets me.
The Jersey Shore Circus.