I was sure that having a yard sale would produce funny material for a blog post. People rummaging through my things would have to result in at least one moment of absurdity. It only takes a moment.
There were no funny moments.
Also, is it just me? Or does everyone who has a yard sale see there possessions in the harsh light of day and decide that everything they own must look slightly shabby and mostly seedy?
I would love to say that the yard sale was a great success. I wish I could say I felt our load had been lifted and that we are barreling into the next phase of life, but I can’t. If I took a “before” and “after” picture of our yard sale, it would look like one of those “spot the differences” puzzles.