Okay, so I had best intentions in putting together the mega-mile garage sale. The garage sale that was going to make us a butt-load of money to send us to Europe but after many choice words with my husband on the mess, I've nixed this plan and started donating things. I usually have a bag ready for anyone who calls once or twice a month but I was really able to purge a lot of things all the while thinking I was going to make major bank on it but the mess was getting out.of.control. So, after a couple of cocktails or more, many more, I ended up putting most of this organized crap on my porch "Sanford and Son" style. Because really, who wants to sell their crap in 100 degree heat while explaining (**flash back from last garage sale**) the Coach purse I had marked $10 is a far cry better than paying the original price douche-bag and if you don't want to purchase it for this super-duper low price? Fine! Don't! I'm getting a better tax write-off donating it so, you... you... you (insert scabby name) get off my lawn! Because I really want to be nice here so you'll buy that old bag for $10 instead of throw it at you. In the end I didn't want my profit going towards my bail money.
Ahem, I think I made a 'rational' decision in the end.
Next up? A good friend is coming into town next week for a nice visit. What do we decide to do? Start a home improvement project that may cause a divorce if it isn't completed by next Monday.
Update on pending marital status later this week.