The Garage Sale

Ugh. Where to start. Against my better judgment, I was talked into doing a garage sale Friday/Saturday. While The Great Purge of the Storage Room was 100% necessary, the headache and potential for Craigslist Creepers was so not. We had a major turnout, though, despite rain both days – yay Michigan.

Peyton had a BLAST. Which made the stress of people coming in droves, paired with nearly 40 minutes of NOTHING almost tolerable. She had this pink glitter deer head that she just had to have (I was pregnant with London, and in the business of making dreams come true), so I bought it for her. Dave immediately vetoed it, then I went into labor/missed the return date, and it’s been in storage ever since.

Fast forward to garage sale day. The deer head is on a table of electronics because where else to you put a sparkly deer head?

TONS of people picked it up and laughed at it. And on day two, I was worried that it was never going to leave our garage… until an older man and his father came. They were looking for hunting/fishing gear, which we had none of. The man holds it up to his dad and makes a joke about hanging it next to his moose head. The dad shakes his head and laughs. The man holds it and looks into the deer’s eyes. I swear, guys, time stood still. He turned to me and Peyton, and asked who this belonged to. Shyly, Peyton raised her hand. The man smiled, and handed her $2 for the $1 deer head. I start to protest that he overpaid her, and he just smiled and winked. He tucked the glitter deer under his arm, and they headed back to their truck. I like to think they’re having a beer with the deer tonight.

By her ear-to-eat grin, you’d think it was Christmas morning.

And the best part was as she was stuffing the $2 into her plastic cash register, she proudly announced she could buy a new deer. Kids.