"How much for the lamp?"

"Fuck it. Take it. What do I care?"

So last night the missus and I decided to stay in because we were scheduled to get up at the crack of dawn this morning for our yard sale. In my infinite wisdom, I chose not to go to bed early with her, but instead do the online equivalent of a "drink and dial." I have no idea what (vodka) could have possessed me to stay up past 1:00am drinking and smoking and IMing. I apologize right here and now to those of you upon whom I inflicted my sordid behavior. It's been a while since I've done that, and now I remember why... but I don't remember much. Ouch.

So then...

A little tip from me to you friend, there is nothing more evil in the world than to suffer a eye splitting head in a vise hangover and have to go sit out in the 110º heat, in your concrete driveway, taking dirty crumpled $1 bills from complete strangers pawing through boxes of what should have been garbage. Thank god we had some assistance.

I don't think we could have made it without our Director of Marketing, Michael:

And our brilliant Sales Manager, Rich:

Yes, that is my former office set-up sitting in the driveway. I would have posted this from out there, but somebody bought the keyboard and the chair. Or stole it, I'm not sure. I wasn't really paying attention.

We made it a whole 3.5 hours before we put up the "Everything is FREE" sign, closed up shop and jumped in the pool.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go pull this spike out of my eye. It's killing me.