Junk For Sale

One person's junk is another person's treasure...

I guess. You may have read Monday's post listing my 5 random thoughts for the moment, one of which mentioned a yard sale.  You may call it a garage or rummage sale, depending on where you're from.  I really hate hosting a yard sale.  While the thought of extra money is always exciting, ya gotta wonder if it's really worth all the trouble of dragging everything out, organizing it, pricing it, etc.  Just typing that gives me a headache!  I'm not so sure I wouldn't just rather haul it all to Goodwill.  But the husband says we should have the sale and so we're having the sale.  Bah humbug.

     Insert cute image of yard sale here, but technology hates me today so no cute image.

The kids' closets have been cleaned out and their toy boxes gone through but I have yet to tackle my closet or the other "junk" closets.  But there's no turning back now.  I've already done the advertising:  "YARD SALE!  RAIN OR SHINE!  SATURDAY!  BE THERE OR BE SQUARE!"  So it's with a heavy heart that I now leave you to go rummaging through my closets, my drawers, etc. to fill up my garage with someone else's "treasure" in hopes of scoring fifty cents here, seventy-five cents there.  Maybe when it's all said and done I will be able to by myself ice cream.