Well, I have finally decided to foray into the blogosphere. I was waiting to see if this was a fad that would blow over, but now that every Tom, Dick, Harry, gardener and minimum wage waiter has a blog to detail every thrilling, breathtaking, mundane detail of their lives, I figure I should add my two cents' worth.
I am writing this from my front porch during a yard sale being held by my friend Moriah. As a former psychology major and observer of human behavior in general, I love yard sales. You get to meet the neighbors, sell your stuff, and marvel at the crap that people will pay good hard earned money for. The biggest surprise? Shoes. Yard salers love 'em. I have no idea why anyone would want to buy shoes that have already had someone else's sweaty feet in them (and had the life and sheen worn right out of them) but these things go like hotcakes. Go figure.
My dog Milo (BungalowDog) is having the best time out of all of us. Although I have only had him for a year and he's five (and therefore lived a life before he came to me) I get the feeling that this is his first yard sale. Lots to sniff, new people who could potentially pet him, and of course, the possibility that someone might drop one of Moriah's homemade banana nut muffins. Dog heaven.
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