Sounds more like a stock tip rather than the goal for the school yard sale today ... which was to sell as much of our stuff as we possibly could at the yard sale, and to come home with virtually as little as possible. But there was only one problem...
I saw a BOB. I saw THE BOB I've had my eye on for several years. The BOB was virtually new. The BOB NEEDED to be mine.
Of course, today was the day I was going to considerably lighten our load .... to detach ourselves from every last bit of baby equipment, outdated household items, and consumables for which I WAY overbought. The goal of the day was to sell high and not buy, and certainly not spend 1/2 of the money I made at the yard sale on a stroller. Even if it was THE stroller that I've always wanted. Priorities people.
But as the day went on, the BOB just sat there. Staring at me. Calling my name. It quietly whispered, "buy me." It caught me peeking at it every chance I got. Everyone walked by it. Nobody gave it a second glance. But I did. I was watching it the entire day. I pushed it around. I inspected it all over. I felt its wheels, its sunshade, its beautiful body.
I think it was fate calling out to me. Or maybe it was just me whispering loudly so that I could literally hear myself think, "just buy the d*mn thing already." So I called Matt and told him what I found. Before I could even ask his opinion he mumbled one word. "Bargain."
Which in one swift text message to its owner I did.
Less than twenty minutes later I received word that they accepted my much lower offer. For a MUST have stroller to use when living at the beach for a year. Again, priorities people.
So in all it was a GREAT day. I sold 85% of the stuff I brought to the yard sale. I made almost $400. I spent about half of that on my new stroller (great price, huh?). And I left the school with about 300 pounds less than what I brought with me. Sure, I didn't come home with as fun a story as at the last yard sale.... but that's OK. I have something better. I have a BOB.