Over the past five years, Elise has always talked about having a garage sale. I think this is due in part because within those five years we’ve managed buy a house, which afforded us a garage in which to hold an actual garage sale, and we’ve amassed enough clutter to warrant having a garage sale. For example: Despite my better intentions, Elise insists that we do not need a set of 64-ounce wine glasses.
So over the past week and a half, Elise has been rummaging through the house, finding stuff that is no longer needed, and has been carefully placing these items on the dining room table and on the bed in the guest bedroom in preparation for this Saturday’s sales extravaganza.
There are far too many items that have been pulled from their secret hiding places throughout the house to mention here. Some of the items I had completely forgotten about, others I have no idea what their function serves.
“What is that thing?”
“That purple and blue thing on the table. The fuzzy thing.”
“That is called a sweater.”
I, of course, have been doing my part in this huge undertaking by sitting in my office and carefully reviewing Billy Squier videos on YouTube.