Today is Darwin's final day in his six months as a trainee at Mercedes. Tomorrow he has orientation all morning and afternoon, so I'll be up bright and early to drag my sister out of bed and off to the yard sales with me. She is trying to clear her condo of junk, so she isn't as thrilled about the excursion as usual.
But me? I've got a big empty house just waiting for glorious STUFF to fill it!
I want to look for an assortment of chairs to use in my dining room. I've given up on the idea of a matching dining room set for now. That can come later.
It's times like these I wish I had a truck or a massive SUV. Darwin says the next car I get will be an SUV because I can't seem to stop scraping curbs with my car. I say the next car I get will be a hybrid.
Fortunately, we won't have to resolve that any time soon because my car's Blue Book value is now lower than the amount we owe, as we found out when we thought about trading it for a Prius.
I sure wish I had known we would be moving 40 minutes away when I bought this car two years ago. With both of us commuting, we're spending a truckload of money on gas.
But Darwin has found a carpool partner, which will save him 4,500 miles a year.
And I've started a sandwich pool at work with my across-the-hall friend, so we won't eat out so much.
And starting next week, Darwin will get a raise (though most of it will be taken away with 401(k) and health insurance).
Yep, the dough will just be rolling in. And I can spend it all at yard sales. ;)