In Which Our Addy Helps

Don't you hate it when you don't have anything in your store you're super excited about?  That's how my week has been.  Nothing really Earth-shattering going on, several unpaid auctions and mediocre sales.  I just don't have anything listed that has me excited!  But, yard sales have been sub-par the past couple of weeks. 

I'm venturing out with our Addy tomorrow to hit a few that are close by that promise to have "too much to list!!!" so we'll see about that.

On the vacation front, I have officially paid for our condo!  Now I'm totally freaking out because I have about a month to make our gas and spending money.  I mean, Tybee's an eight hour drive and our Trip Car is a gas-sucking Jeep Liberty (the Subaru, while better on gas, is not to be trusted).

While my sales have been low-dollar, they have been fairly plentiful and I'm making daily trips to the post office.  It has been during these busy couple of weeks that I've realized how much I hate packing things in boxes.  I'm happy as can be to shove a shirt in a bubble mailer and be on my way, but boxes totally suck.  I guess I'm getting lazy.  Ok, not lazy.  Busier in other areas of life.  Addy has absolutely run me ragged this week, but I'm not complaining, just stating a fact.  She is such a little ball of energy and I would rather spend my time with her than trying to figure out how to fit a planter in a box that's three centimeters too small for it.  Here's her helping me pack stuff:

I didn't take a picture of her upending my huge bag of packing peanuts because I was too busy trying to keep her from pressing my printer's on/off button for the 500th time.

She's a silly goose.

I think I would actually take a break from eBay for awhile if it wasn't for having to cough up vacation dough.  Of course, now that I've shelled out approximately $1200 for our condo, which is nonrefundable unless they rent it out to someone else, I have to keep going.  Plus, Tyler and I got married on Tybee and Addy hasn't been to the beach yet, so if it doesn't happen, I'll feel like the worst mommy ever.

No pressure.