I don't suppose I have to tell you that I had a yard sale this weekend; the title of the post says it all. This was the first sale that we've had since 2018 and we were well overdue, which, says an awful lot about my hoarder tendencies, now that I think about it.
Actually, no, hoarders can't bear to part with their possessions and I certainly had no problem with that; it was the gathering up and displaying said possessions for the masses of bargain-hunting, penny-pinching, "will you take ten cents for this item marked at ten dollars", yard sale hunters that make me hate yard sales.
Anyhoodle, 'tis over! We got rid of enough junk to make me feel slightly better about my life choices and I now have room to store the various High School collectibles that make up The Shrine in the Man-Cub's old bedroom. Success!
The sale took place over Friday and Saturday. Hugh, Mom, the Man-Cub and I spent the time rearranging the tables, hauling out new items to fill in the empty spaces, and just enjoying each other's company.