Why Danielle's Butt Tingles

Half-naked Barbie dolls.  Worn out BVD's with skid marks.  Grandma's collection of Englebert Humperdink albums. Enough clip-on earrings to accessorize the entire state of Florida.  If you read the above items and get a tingle in your butt, then you are one of "My People."  The few, the brave, the true garage salers!  We are a breed apart.  As a whole, we are blessed with a little extra something in our otherwise normal DNA, a little appendix hanging off one of our chromosomes that makes it impossible to drive past those flourescent orange sirens that sing to us from almost any street corner from April thru October (even if that involves a wild goose chase for 4 miles down crazy country roads only to realize that some lazy bastard forgot to take their signs down from three weeks ago.)