One Bummer of a Tag Sale

Our annual neighborhood tag sale was a few weeks ago. I had a garage full of "good junk", a shady spot to sit, and high high hopes. I still have a garage full of apparently not-as-good-as-I-thought junk, my shady spot was overrun by sweaty kids (and brothers), and my hopes for a full cash box were sent crashing.
Miley spent the day stealing stuff from the next door neighbor's driveway and snitching cookies from Tate and Lucy's lemonade stand.


They were by far the most successful on this less than profitable day,



but that didn't keep them from fighting occasionally. I tried to tell them nobody wants to buy cookies from Atila the Hun, but that didn't stop them.



The day wasn't a total loss. Tate and Lucy each made $11 dollars after expenses (yes, I made them pay for supplies!) and tithing,



and we bought these very useful and very stylin' goggles from Katherine. I guess it was worth it when I realize we got to spend a whole day talking with our friends, eating overpriced cookies, and drinking warm lemonade.