Bronchitis be DAMNED

Every March, like clockwork, I get a terrible case of Bronchitis. It used to require severaly trips to the doctor for antibiotics. But, since the invent of Muscinex, I can usually control it. It really just kicked in yesterday, so I'm not sure if the Muscinex can keep it under control or not. Currently I sound like a three pack a day smoker.

I've decided that while I can - I will keep up with my normal responsibilties and that, of course, includes thirfts and yard sales. I went to two this morning. One with a big green sign proclaiming GARGE SALE. Don't they realize how dumb that makes them look? How hard is it to spell GARAGE? I went to this paricular sale after reading in the paper that people should "BRING THEIR TRUCKS" and "DEALERS WERE WELCOME." They didn't have anything out of the oridanary and certainly nothing large enough to require a truck. In fact, the entire contents of the yard sale could have easily fit into one regular truck. I did buy DS a set of juggling balls (Note to self: Hide breakables), a set of four Tupperware Quick Shake keychains and two sets of hot rollers after hearing on Yardsalequeen Message Boards that they are good sellers. All in all, I spent $3.50.

There was a sale advertised as a "GIGANTIC 5000 SQ FT WAREHOUSE SALE" in the neighboring town. I wanted to go, but wasn't feeling my best and hadn't time to get all make-up upped (huh?) and make myself presentable for the day. But, what the hell, I felt like hell, I might as well look like hell. Besides, strangers don't know what you really look like anyway! When I got there, it was incredible. I have never seen so much stuff in my life. It was stacked to the rafters. Actually, it was not stacked at all - it was all nicely displayed like a huge flea market. Lots of shoes, purses and clothes but all displayed very nicely. Little vingnettes of tables, dishes, etc. It was very nice. But, although it was nicely displayed and plenty of stuff to eyeball - I left with very little. Perhaps it was the bronchitis making me not feel too whippy or the fact that I was seriously in need of a bathroom now before a sudden bronchitis induced coughing attack ensued and I, well, you know....

Anyway, I bought a little handmade wheelbarrow painted to look like a watermelon for $1.00, A cup that said something hokey on it for 25¢ (see that Bronchitis induced fog is setting in again), two old enamelware blue and white splotchy plates for 20¢ each, a handpainted bowl for 20¢, a wooden bowl for 20¢, a fabulous piece of tramp art - a jewelry box with a hidden compartment in the back, drawers and lots of oether cool features - all handmade and priced at $1.00. I have sold similar piecs for over $100.00 in the past.

I also bought a little nightstand or end table complete with a drawer. And I do mean little. It only stands 14" tall. It is handmade and very cute. I am not sure what the purpose of it is - but it intrigued me. I spent $5.00 on it and plan to list it on ebay after a little more research.

NOTE: I started this post on Friday morning after my adventure out. Since this, not only has Blogger refused and I mean REFUSED to allow me to post any pictures, but it has just generally been wagging it's tongue out at me - "Nana nana nana - you can't post any pictures." And the Bronchitis is kicking my a$$. It's in my head and my nose and my chest now making me very much NOT a happy gal. DH, who I will let you fill in what the "D" stands for today, has not been one itty bitty speck of help. Yesterday he managed to get off at noon, go out to eat, go visit his Grandma (I won't begudge him that one), come home and take a three hour nap, and then - AND THEN I SAID - he asked me "How was I?" "Did I need any medicine?" "Could he do anything to help me?" Well, you worthless piece of poop - I already went to TOWN and got my own medicine and I already DID everything there was to DO. And today he announced that he was going to watch the BASKETBALL game. So, I had to take DS to a birthday party and sit at the party looking all bedraggled and pathetically hacking and possibly infecting 14 of the Middle School's finest 5th graders while he sat on his non-Bronchital butt and WATCHED THE GAME.

But, I'm not bitter.

Baw-ha-ha!