So, my app says I walked 7.8 miles today. I'm not sure I believe that, when I went to calculate it online, it said it was only about 6.8 miles. Either way, I was pooped when I got home. Took a shower, and took a nap for most of the day.
Here's what I picked up (nothing I need), but I love doing this.
At one point, I looked at my app and it said I had walked 4 miles. Four miles just doesn't seem that much anymore. I guess when I walk about that much every time I go garage saleing, it just seems like less.
The sale I spent the most at, was selling water and I was kicking myself for not buying one the first time I stopped, so since it was on my way back home, I stopped and bought one. After drinking it, I had enough energy to make it home. There were some sales (turned out to be four) in a neighborhood that I normally don't go to unless there's other ones nearby. I don't think it was really worth it to walk over there, all I got was in that last picture. I do love the Hello Kitty stickers, but I could easily never have known they were there and been fine.
I have a staff pool party that I told someone I'd go to tonight, I'm so tired, I'm afraid I'll fall asleep on a tube in the lazy river.
I really need to pack. It's about a month away and I'm not really closer than I was at the beginning of the month. If someone could just come over and wash all my dishes and pack them up, that would help a lot. I figure, I've got the kitchen (which is a disaster), the equivalent of one bookcase full of books, my desk, the cabinet under my TV, my DVDs, and a chest in my bedroom. And then, there's all my art stuff. I need to finish two pocket letters and get them out by Tuesday. I have a birthday gift I need to send out, then I should be finished with art stuff. I kinda wanna leave my art room until last, because it helps me keep my sanity.