So, I was taking a nap on the couch, minding my own business, when Honey walks in and says she wants to find some garage sales. I was about to go back to napping when she pulled that batting-eyelash thing on me and, like the Jedi mind trick that it was, I found myself grabbing the keys and heading out to the car. It was only after we had gotten about hundred blocks from home that Honey pipes up that she left the newspaper back at the house. I was finding it difficult to keep a smile on my face, though, because at every major intersection we would be bounced like tennis balls due to all the road "construction. There were folding tables covered with ever type of Tupperware imaginable, and racks of clothes, rows of bikes and toys scattered across blankets laying on the lawn. I was rustling through a box of old books when Honey, in her innocence, broke the unwritten rule of garage sales by asking the couple who were running the show, "Excuse me. read more