Typically, when you have a yard sale isn’t there more stuff left inside the house that isn’t for sale then what you drag out into the yard to sell.  I thought this was a pretty simple concept until I tried it.

I guess we should have called it a moving sale.  We’ll be moving ALL our stuff to the yard tomorrow, then back inside our house in the evening, then back to the yard on Saturday morning, then back inside, ad nauseum.  I think this is one of those Nazi tricks to make a person lose all hope of survival.  Sadly, this time it’s self-inflicted. 

And if it rains at any point during the migratory process, we’re really in for it…

(Insert Charlie Brown Sigh here…)