|My general attitude toward garage sales.|
However, once it became obvious that I really meant it, and I really wanted him to hold a garage sale, his enthusiasm for the task waned considerably. I don't blame him - because garage sale - but he did leave me holding the bag of cheap crap being sold at a ridiculous price that someone will nonetheless try to negotiate even lower.
|Did I mention how painful I find garage sales?|
But I have 25 years' worth of stuff that I used to think was precious, meaningful, irreplaceable, etc. If you want me to just leave all of that on the curb for pickers and hobos to appropriate, you've got another thing coming.
So I'm gonna have a garage sale. Maybe this weekend, maybe next. Has to be one or another, because after that the contractor starts ripping my house up, and shit's gotta be gone.
|Begone, precious memories.|
So tomorrow I'll post a bunch o' stuff that I've got to sell. Maybe you can tell me if it's garage-sale worthy, or if I should just take it to the nearest donation center and hope they don't laugh at me.
That would kind of be a bummer.
But hey, I brought this on myself. Marriage confers the ability to hold onto memories and deem them priceless. Divorce just means everything you own is excess baggage.
So I'll take pics of a bunch of this stuff and you can help me decide if any of it is worth the time it will take to put it up for sale.
And if you want any of it, you totally have first dibs.
Because reading this blog has to be worth something, right?
|I Googled "so worth it" and got this, I can't even.|
So tune in tomorrow if you want to see a bunch of crap I own.
You sick fuckers.