Woosh!

That's the sound of time barreling by.

The garage sale was a success and a blast. Goat's glorious neighbor provided a big tent which proved to be invaluable as it did rain a little during the garage sale. Mom, Goat and I unloaded a bundle of crap and I got to meet some of my neighbors. The big ticket items didn't move, but that's what Craig's List is for.

I took the Friday before the sale off and spent the morning ripping around my house in a cleaning panic. Goat's mom had never been to my house in the two years that he and I have been together, mostly because I wanted to hide the dog induced hole in the couch, the cat induced tears in all the furniture and the seemingly terminal, messy state in which my house exists. I have enough of my mother in me to feel like the house needs to look impossibly organized for company. Not only was Goat's mom coming over to help at the garage sale and be introduced to my domicile, she was also bringing her childhood friend, one Miss Dixie Lee.

As you have probably figured out, I tend to use nicknames for the people that I reference in my blog. For some reason, I feel like it still gives them a buffer and a modicum of privacy. If they choose to be associated with the likes of me, they can volunteer that information themselves. Miss Dixie Lee transcends any other moniker as no other name could begin to encompass her.

Goat's mom loved the house as did Miss Dixie Lee. The garage sale was a success, we made a little money, got rid of stuff and I got to hang out in a lawn chair in my driveway with my friends and mom. Hooray! Getting ready for it was a tad harrowing, but it was worth it.

Next stop on the whistle stop tour of my life: Trial cohabitation.