As I was getting things together for the garage sale tomorrow, one thought kept boring into my brain. "Nobody's going to buy this stuff," sez I. My next thought, possibly a little less boring, was that I should donate it to charity (and let them try to get rid of it).

But I was talked into the possibility that these old corduroy pants and suede jackets (or is it the other way around?) that haven't fit me since the last century might be worth something to someone. I don't really expect any money out of this deal. I'm almost sure I'll end up donating it all anyway. It's fun to participate, though, and the whole family will be there because it's also Eric's birthday.

This morning, after Dealing With the Boss for an extra couple of hours over something that would have taken a normal person five minutes to figure out, I hauled the tub of old clothes over to Tammy and David's house. They're hosting the garage sale, and they're even more broke than I am, so I hope they do well.

They'll be starting way earlier in the morning than I plan on getting up, so they can get going without me. I'll join them when I'm sure my eyes will stay open long enough to make the drive across town.

I'm taking the Sage Sausage Bites with Balsamic Apricot Dip I first made for D.J.'s birthday party last month, but this time I'm (a) making them smaller, so they're really "bite" size, and (2) making more of them, because we ran out last time. This recipe is a little work, but it's cheap to make and a tasty picnic treat. I need to find more things like this I can make, only easier.