who is inclined to deal with a yard sale, I mean. I often stop at yard sales and sometimes I even buy things (although Tim was the sucker for that) but the thought of hauling all this stuff anywhere to put it on tables and price it and then make about $20 bucks is just not my idea of a great way to spend a Saturday. Too many books to read, too few weekend afternoons... Consequently, I've decided to put an ad on our local craigslist in the garage sale section and try to attract a buyer who will take the whole lot. There's lots of great, perfectly usable stuff: Christmas ornaments, baskets, dishes, teddy bears, Longaberger basket liners, music CDs, coffee mugs, fishing equipment - you name it. Surely someone who loves to hold yard sales would be happy to take the junk off my hands for resale. I'm just sick of looking at it - and it is sort of depressing - the final clean-up from our marriage. And here I am, doing all the clean-up. Men really are colossal butts.
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