I'll be right there, just let me get my teeth

My age caught up with me this weekend.

Now, it has been sneaking in here and there, but I was able to ignore it. The aching back when I stayed in bed too long. The fact that I stop drinking after one margarita because I don't want to be sick or have a hangover. Buying shoes based on comfort instead of "coolness". I go to the mall to shop instead of looking for hot guys. And that the hot guys have all disappeared. The guys at the mall are like... tweleve, or eighty. No self respecting 30 something guy goes to the mall alone. You might see him with his wife and children, but never alone.

My very best friend in the world, Tasha, and I decided we needed to have a yard sale this weekend. We are both poor, and have lots of junk. Three Durango loads and three Jeep Liberty loads of junk to be exact.

Tasha and I have been friends for 13 years. We have known each other our whole lives, but she was a year older than me and couldn't be seen with me. That was ok though because I didn't think she was the type of person I would ever had been friends with in high school. Her dad was a preacher and she seemed very straightlaced. I was not straightlaced at all.

Of course, she wasn't either - as I found out later... She was just better at hiding it than me.

Either way, through a bunch of circumstances that I won't go into, (thats more her story than mine) we got to be friends. Then we got to be the best of friends. We still have our differences, and our disaggreements, but I like to think that we have been through it all and are closer than ever. I hope that we are always friends, but we all know that things change. I hate to think of my life without her in it though. Very depressing.

We used to work together. Back in the days when I was still single and she was recently divorced, and her mom kept her daughter for her on the weekends. (We worked weekends) We were young. I seriously can not tell you how many nights we stayed up drinking and dancing and partying, never went to bed, then went straight to work in our party clothes, worked till 3pm, went back to her house, slept three hours, got up got dressed and partied all night again. And then repeated the whole cycle. And felt FINE. What has happened to us?

We got older. We had kids. We suck.

She came down on Friday after work at about 10:00pm and we started pricing stuff. I had already been pricing all week, but was no where near finished. You can't imagine the pile of stuff we had. We have 5 kids between us so we more or less had sizes 0 through teen, and adult medium through plus. We both have little boys, her little Jonah is 19 months, and of course Colby is 16 months. It was amazing the number of things we had that were identical. (actually, i guess it is not so amazing. We decided a few years back that instead of trying to buy presents for each others entire families, we would just exchange a Christmas ornament between us each year. Four out of the five years that we have done this, we bought each other the same exact ornament. How crazy is that?) This would have been a great yard sale for someone with twins. We had matching bouncy chairs, baby gyms, carseats, bathtubs, swings... you pretty much name it.

So, we are pricing and pricing and pricing and by about 2:00am, we were giddy with laughter. We decided that there was no way we were going to be able to go to bed by that point, so we were having a good laugh. "Nat and Tasha!! UP all night!! WORK all day!! Whoooohoooo!! Just like the old days!!"

By 10:00AM, four hours into the yard sale, I thought I would die. My eyes were swollen nearly shut. It was 100 degrees and we had no shade. My feet and ankles were swollen more than they ever were during pregnancy. I was cranky. I could not form sentences. One lady bought $27.50 worth of clothes and handed me $43.00. I stood there stupified, trying to decide if I was actually going to try and figure out how the hell much change I was supposed to give her or if I should just knock her over the head with a used cowboy boot and run. And I used to be a bank teller. What has happened to me??

And to top it all off, the yard sale was a COMPLETE bust. I have never in my life made less than $200 on a yard sale and this time... I made $87.25... I could have been a hooker and made three times that by staying in bed. And then gotten a good nights sleep. And probably not been so cranky either.

The best part of the day was that my little princess had a lemonade stand. She sat out in the heat and waited patiently for someone to get thirsty. I was afraid for awhile that I was going to have to start calling people to come and buy lemonade, because everyone was bypassing her. But finally someone declared thirst! She opened her ice bucket, filled the cup, and then poured the lemonade. She was so proud. One mama gave her daughter a quarter and she ran and threw it into Elizabeths money jar... and then ran away. Elizabeth made her a cup of lemonade and went chasing after her, sloshing lemonade everywhere she went. She found the little girl hiding under a table. "Here is your lemonade, you forgot it!" she said, offering the cup. "I DOAN WANNIT!" yelled the little girl, pouting.

And what did Elizabeth do? Sat down beside her and said, "You know, lemonade is a very refreshing drink on a hot day like today."

I thought Tasha and I were never going to stop laughing. I have a teeny little marketing rep on my hands.

We packed everything up around 2pm, and headed home. Marty had a fishing tournament, so I still couldn't go to bed. I stumbled blearily around the house until 8:30pm when I could stay awake no longer, put Colby in bed, and lied to Elizabeth and told her it was 9:00. We all went to bed and I fell asleep before my head even hit the pillow.

I didn't wake up until 1:00pm on Sunday.