All week long the weatherman called for beautiful sunny weather this weekend. All. Week. Long. So I bust my ass getting things together for our yard sale. Cleaning, sorting, pricing. Haul out of bed at 6a.m. to start setting up…it’s looking a little overcast, but I thought it would just pass over. Put all the tables out, unloaded box after box after box onto the tables. We just about get everything set up and son of a bitch if it doesn’t start to drizzle. Seriously???? Are you freaking kidding me?
I want to know why weathermen/women even have jobs??? Honestly, how does it go from “it’s going to be a beautiful weekend” to rain! GGGGGGGRrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Hope it’s sunny where you are