I literally just had a yard sale on 11/6 and 11/7 and never told my mother about it.  My kids accidentally left a sign out on the table that had the dates and times, so she found out.  Rather than say one word to me about it, she called her BFF Christmas and said "Hey!  Shay is having a garage sale, you should come over!"  Christmas replied "I don't have any money."  My mother the said "Don't worry about it, you can come over and take what you like and then pay her later".  Actually, I don't know if she told her to pay later, or just told her take my items and Christmas may have added the part about paying me later.  

So, Christmas comes over and told me all this.  She said "Your mom made me swear not to call you first, just to come over.  What a weirdo!!"  I rolled my eyes and said "I know, she thinks she's got one up on me because I never told her about the sale and she found out by accident.  So she's playing a game."  Christmas laughed about that one.  But I wanted to ask her, but why did you come?  Why did you listen to her and not call me first?  I would have told her to come, of course.  I would never have said no, but it's always so strange that she listens to my mother's bullshit and yet makes fun of her behind her back for it. 

THEN my next door neighbor Jenny saw me out and came over, and didn't look at a damn thing.  She said on her way over "Whoah!  I know who to ask about borrowing some racks when I have my own sale!"  I just laughed, thinking "Are you fucking kidding me?"  Then she got up near me and repeated herself, I guess wanting me to confirm she's welcome to ask me for favors, which she is not.  So, I had to lie to her.  I said "Sorry, those are my mom's best friend's racks, she owns a flea market shop with her husband and I borrowed them."  She said "You'll have to ask her if I can borrow them sometime."  Yes, idiot, I will get right on that.  *hard eyeroll*  

God, I hate neighbors.  Not a single one came to my sale (not ones on my street) but the only one that did lived somewhere else in my neighborhood and stole some items from me.  A grown-ass woman.  And I live in a nice neighborhood.  People are awful.  That was my last garage sale ever.  Never again.  

I then listed a bunch of stuff from the sale on Marketplace and made more money with that than I did my sale.   From now on, that's what I am going to do.  No more yard sales, ever.  All that work for $7 LOL  AND fuck-tons of pain (my body revolted and went into hyperactive pain mode afterwards).  

Oh, also, I am not allowed to tell my mother that Christmas is going to pay me for the items she took from me (she didn't "take" them, she purchased them, just on credit LOL).  Which also tells me that my mother told her to just come take things.  When we used to have chickens, she would call C and tell her to come get free eggs.  I am like, bitch!  Who bought these chickens?  Who raised them from tiny babies?  Who buys their chicken feed?  Who feeds them every single day?  Who lets them out and back in again every single day?  Who protects their pen so they can't get out and animals can't get in?  NOT YOU!!!  Giving away MY things is not okay.  I charged at the time $5 per dozen....there are NO discounts for friends.  Especially not without asking me first!  You crazy old bat! LOL  Ugh!  

Christmas always showed up with an empty carton expecting free eggs, and I'd have to lie and say "Sorry we don't have enough to give away for free!"  Even though we had oodles of eggs.  And another thing, the things Christmas "bought" on credit at my sale?  Were items I paid for!!  Not her.  So, she can just stop with that bullshit.  

She did ask me later "Oh, how did your sale go?"  I just answered her like I knew that she knew.  Because I did know.  And I never mentioned Christmas coming over.  I hate playing games with her.  It's annoying.  But sometimes you just have to pretend like it's not happening to win.  

Sigh.