I have been putting off having a garage sale for the past 3 weekends. We already sorted through our house, and all the items we want to get rid of are piled in the basement. So most of the work is done.

Now it is just finding the time to spend the weekend sitting in the driveway, waiting for perfect strangers to come rummage through my stuff.

When you think about it, it is kind of odd, having a yard sale. What other venue offers an opportunity to invite people you do not know to come walk through your lawn and pick through the items you no longer want?

Going garage-saling (as if that were a verb) is even more uncomfortable for me though. I mean, I feel compelled to say Hi to the hostess of the sale, but then where does the conversation go? Usually, if one of the boys are with me, we can talk about how old they are, how fast they grow - which leads to the need for me to purchase hand-me-down clothing for them to grow into.

Do not get me wrong, I love the hunt of garage-saling and I usually walk away with more junk than I needed. Perhaps I just need to brush up on my chit-chatting skills.

So, this weekend is it. I am having that garage sale, rain or shine. Please-O-Please, come buy my treasures. I have no more garage storage space for the clutter.