Dumpster Diva

After three years of doing nothing but shoving things over and stacking stuff higher and leaving only enough room for the cars to park inside, we decided it was time to clean out the garage. We knew it would be massive and it was. Good thing we rented one of these. We filled it. I'm serious. Not one thing in that dumpster was worth keeping, giving away, or selling. And also? The broken down aluminum swingset was hacked to pieces and is stuffed in there as well. We are certifiable white trash. Tomorrow will mark a full week that the dumpster has sat at our curb. We're placing bets on how long before the HOA sends us hate mail.


All the stuff that didn't fit in the dumpster is going in a yard sale this weekend. Ugh. I H A T E doing yard sales. So much work, so much sitting in the hot sun, and so much dickering over prices that are ridiculously low to begin with. Seriously? You really can't pay $1.00 for that nearly new Baby Gap sweater? You're really going to put that cut-glass vase down because I won't take a quarter for it instead of 50 cents? *sigh* The only reason I put up with it is because the extra moola is needed. So if you want some kid clothes, a used computer chair, the best, most comfortable, full size couch ever created but doesn't fit in my house anymore, please come over on Saturday between 8 and 3.