I spent all morning in tears about the sale. The sale it self was a big cluster fuck. They took things from the house that was not to be sold, and left things that were. My mom and sister went to the action house last night to mark the things that were not to be sold, but we still had to buy back family heirlooms. We only stayed long enough to get a friend of dad's to act as our family buyer. Then my sister went later and there were more things that she had to buy back that we had missed before. Again things that they were not to take to sell. She had to buy things that that I had pulled out for my son. I will tell you seeing things that were not to be sold out for any one to touch just about killed me. I mean they took things like my dad's flag from hem he retired, and the tri-corner hat that my mom made for my son out of a cheep straw hat. They dug in the attic and the closets and they were not suppose to. They took the doll house my dad mad for us when we were little. My sister had to pay a lady $50 for a family heirloom that was marked not to sell because they sold it before she got there, and the lady acted all pissy with her. I am glad my sister was there she can be a real bitch when she wants to be.
It is done and over with now. If it is gone we are not getting it back now.


