You took care of everything for your first auction—except the advertisement. At least you sold a few items...thanks, Mom.

You hope everybody got the email about the delayed auction date. That outbreak of chicken cough had better clear up soon, or Poultrypalooza's gonna be a bust!

Wow, a seller came to you with a 1962 Ferrari! Unfortunately, it has a bit of rust damage. Maybe there will be a Flintstones' fan in the audience?

Four hundred and eighty people showed up at your event this weekend, but the guy in charge of the microphones wasn't one of them. Officially you've been diagnosed with a sprained larynx.

You're on top of the world, and everybody looking to sell their real estate wants your number. And then, there's the money...pretty soon you'll be bidding on your own four-bedroom three-bath palace.