Treasure Hunting. . .

It Friday morning. . . 5:30 am and I'm up (barely), trying to decide whether or not to go Treasure Hunting this morning.  After a discussion with my oldest daughter about whether she is pretty or not (she is beautiful, but she is a teenager so she doesn't believe me), and an (almost) wrestling match with my son trying to get him to take the bus to school, I walk next door to my parents house and steal their classified section.  I almost feel like a cat burglar, since it's dark.  Anyway, I unfold the newspaper and look, a couple of good sales, but are they good enough?  Ah, the siren song of the tag sale.  I will probably regret it if I don't go. . .yard sale season is almost over.