Some of it just won't go away

I think there might be seriously something wrong with me because I got talked into doing another garage sale. And no your eye's do not deceive you, it was only October since my last one. I know you may be questioning my sanity, but truthfully I don't get high off of staring at my junk all day, or haggling with complete strangers for 8 hours for that matter. The garage sale in October ended after only 2 hours when a downpour hit, so I loaded all my priced junk back in boxes and all the way back into the attic. When my friend suggested doing one together, I was game because staring at other people's junk is loads better. But mainly, my neighborhood was having a big one and on the flyer they said that a charity was coming by at 4 to pick it all up. That thought of dragging my unsold junk to the bottom of the drive way and waving it bye-bye was way more enticing.

The weeks before gave me a chance to do a final clean sweep of my house. I truly hate clutter. If I haven't worn it in years, it goes. Boy unfortunately, does not live by this motto and after forcing him into the closet to face his "clutter demons" he finally got rid of some old clothes. More specifically the Gap shirt his ex-girlfriend gave him. Yeah, that wasn't really an option.

So Friday, night we began the set up. Boy helped for a little bit until he asked why I was selling a pair of pants with the tags on them.

"Why are you selling a pair of $50 pants for $5?"
"Because I'm not a size 4 anymore. Thank you for bringing that up!!!!"

And I think that was when he scurried, very quickly, back into the house.

And that morning, bright and early, we sat and stared at each other's old junk till our little hearts content. All in all it was a great success (even though the charity never came), but it was really just more fun getting to hang with my sweet friend, eating Sonic, catching some sun and laughing at are old wardrobes!