We had our yard sale this past Saturday and I am still pooped. Yard sales are a lot of work and for some reason we insist on having ours on days when it is almost guaranteed to be 98 degrees outside. My poor husband is out there at 5:30 in the morning setting up a herd of folding tables, then lugging all the junk out of the house so I can arrange it to tempt the masses.
We had the added bonus this year of a trailer full of stuff from my parents. Recently they sold their lake house so all that stuff has to find a new home...preferably not in their main home. For those of you that know me, you know I am a packrat. I get it honest...from both sides. I just have less square footage in which to pack my stuff.
Was the yard sale a success? Yes. All the stuff is gone including three of the folding tables. Well, all the stuff is gone except my Dad's trailer still sitting in our driveway. He'll eventually need it again and will come get it.
Oh and we did make some money. I'll be taking mine on a roadtrip to Mary Jo's which is a MUCH nicer way to spend a Saturday.
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