Tale from a Garage Sale

Today was our annual neighborhood yard sale.  We've lived here almost 15 years and have only been able to participate once or twice.  It's always on a Saturday when we've had softball or lacrosse or something else. 

Earlier in the week KJ and I started to gather up some stuff -- games, outgrown clothes, etc.and threw away a lot of stuff, too.  By 7 AM this morning we could hear the early birds cruising around our cul-de-sac and the minute we put out a table, people were running up the drive way. 

Some people were just out browsing, some were looking for specific items (one lady asked KJ if we had any iPads we wanted to sell and another lady asked if we had a Belgain waffle maker). 

We ended up getting rid of KJ's old fish tank, a really nice fishing tackle box thing that one of Champs vendor's had given him years ago and still had the tags on it, a chair and ottoman that have been in our attic for at least 10 years, a bike, a lawn spreader thing, a pair of wiper blades, a box full of Polly Pockets, a couple of Bratz dolls, some Littlest Pet Shop stuff, the Easy Bake oven, a couple of old ski jackets, a couple of soccer balls that needed air, a ton of books, some naked Barbie's, an old microwave and the mini-fridge from under our bar area that hasn't worked in couple of years.  I don't know why we still had the fridge but the guy who bought it said he could use the parts.  Then, a local charity came buy and asked if they could come back in the afternoon and pick-up donations.  Smart move.  We weren't about to lug all that stuff back into the garage so we piled everything up and they took it all off our hands.