and it's only going to get worse!
Sunday I'm going to have a garage sale and I hate having garage sales.
I've been loading up my garage for a few weeks with stuff and I haven't even made a dent in all my junk! Eleven years ago, I promised myself when I moved in to this house, that I would not allow this to happen!!!!
I've been telling Hans that we need to get moving on this NOW because summer will be over before we know it. But it seems like every weekend that I'd like to take a stab at it, something comes up. He mentioned postponing it until next weekend and I said no problem, but then one of his friends decided to attempt a poker game that would keep Hans in the Big City and me doing it by myself and that's not going to happen. The following week is the 4th of July and that won't work! I have a class reunion coming up too, and so on and so on!
So now we're back to this Sunday (I have to work at the inn on Saturday so Sunday it is!). I realize that I won't get rid of everything but the next time we have a few free hours on a Saturday or Sunday I can stick a sign out on the highway and people will follow it.
My dryer is still not fixed and I just read the riot act to Baby Girl about her huge pile of laundry. I find it impossible to believe that in one week (and in this heat) that she really wore about 10 pairs of sweat pants, hoodies, and gym shorts! I'm pretty sure that a certain little girl did her once a year hoeing out of her car and left her pile of stinky stuff for me to wash!
Well guess what!
So now we have to run to the newspaper office to pick up garage sale signs, make a few of our own, rearrange all the items in my garage, and tag all of them with horribly low prices that people will still haggle over. In the meantime I have to work tonight and tomorrow at the inn so who knows when all of this will get done.
Living on a boat sounds better all the time, there's just no room for hoarding.