Over the steamy, hot weekend we had a garage sale. It always manages to be unbearably hot on the day we plan a garage sale. Abby was Mom's helper, as she often is. She was working in the publicity department. As cars would drive by, she would wave and yell, "Stop! Come to our garage sale!" or, "Can't you see we're having a garage sale over here?" When people would stop, she would excitedly tell me that we had customers. Then from her spot on the lounge chair she would sweetly say, "Welcome to our garage sale," and proceed to tell them all the good stuff we had for them. Most customers were lucky enough to have their legs talked off by Abby while they shopped. Some could just not believe how talkative she was. It sure made the garage sale more fun for Mom, because Abby was cracking her up the entire while!Above, the greeter is wrapped up in towels after a nice bath.
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