Get Goose

A week from today my husband and I are having a garage sale. I’m not sure what I was thinking when I agreed to do this. My split personality must have been in the room at the time. We spent all day today collecting items around our house to put in the sale. There are seven tables set up in the garage piled so high with crap you can hardly move around. Everything from picture frames to fishing gear to duvets to dish ware. This week we’re supposed to price the stuff. What a nightmare. How the heck am I supposed to know how much my old placemats are worth. A dollar? Five dollars? A nickel? I’d rather poke a fork in my eye. Actually, I’d be willing to pay someone to come and take the stuff away. What’s that saying…”One person’s trash is another person’s treasure.” We’ll see. I just hope these “treasures” disappear on Saturday or my husband’s going to be headed to the Good Will.