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We're having a big garage sale on Saturday so I spent the night over at KC's helping set-up the garage. Ok, it's probably not really going to be that big of a sale, but it seems like everybody has a little something to sell, so in the end, we'll all make $5 and the accounting will be a total pain in the ass.

To prepare the garage, we hung the stereotypical black plastic on all the walls to prevent the yokels from getting confused and trying to buy stuff we're not looking to sell. We didn't get it all exactly perfect, though, so with luck, I'll make off with Keith's string-trimmer and I can just blame it on some shopper. Should be a real hoot.

It's strange that most of us are suddenly at the point in our lives where we seem to have crap we need to get rid of. I can remember not that long ago being able to fit most of my belongings into my Honda Civic hatchback. Or the time we moved 4 guys from one house to another in a single [albeit full] truckload. A few years later, you could maybe take a bag or two of stuff over to the Salvation Army, but you never had enough stuff for a garage sale -- most of your stuff was just fine. Then suddenly, almost without warning, sitting in a 20-year-old filthy chair isn't as charming as it once was.

I'm keeping my chair, though, you gotta have porch furniture.