So Tim gets up the nerve to tackle the cleaning of the garage. I naively say I'll help thinking I'll launch the awful project then slip away. Six hours later we have so much crap hauled onto the driveway that we decide, hey let's have a garage sale. Now I don't know why we still had so much junk after 3 moves in like 5 years, but we did. Usually I'm in favor of making money and have had much success with garage sales, but I'm tired and hot and sweaty and did I mention 99 degree weather hot? I'm thinking the dump only charges $8 a ton. So $24 and three trips in the van should do it. Tim is still thinking the garage sale idea is best. Tim hides when I put on the garage sales of the past. He hates the pricing, the haggling, the setting up, the laying out your crap for all the town to see and say, why would they ever buy that? Snicker snicker. Tim knows it's a long time until that September paycheck and the fridge is looking bare. The freezer is stuffed with strawberry jam... yeah sell the jam.Ah, but there's probably some sanitation food-handling license I'd have to get. So we go with the garage sale.
$140 and change later and we have one sweet looking garage.
I'm still hot and tired, but a good hot and tired.
Traci/master and commander of the fair price of junk
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So did you all have to take a long nap afterwards? I called Saturday while we were at the outlet mall in Lincoln City but India said her Mom was napping. They had the bath accessories (dog and cat) for $1.99 each thing so I was thinking of picking up any you needed, had already chipped, etc. Oh well.
I found a 60% off pair of shoes at Eddie Bauer -- navy blue slip on sandals. Of course I needed them!
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