It’s the same reason why most grocery stores these days charge an entry fee and nobody really knows where Disney World is. I can kinda get why they’d do that -after all, when you’re selling a product, it makes sense to make it as annoying as possible for anyone to buy said product. They were selling maps for the sales at one of the local diners, rather than just, you know, actually telling us where any of the sales were. Pretty sure the yardsales had a better turnout, too, which is weird, because they both primarily attract old people and angry bloggers. We actually have burned-out factories as far as the eye can see, but beyond those? Yardsales. Free rusty nail with every purchase.) You could tell it was supposed to be a big deal, because they had way more signs up than they did for, say, last week’s budget referendum. Yardsales, yardsales as far as the eye could see! (Well, more or less. So it turns out yesterday was my little town’s community-wide yardsale.

Selections from the three (?!?!) maps they gave us for yesterday’s sales. (Honey, when you read this post, could you please bring me some cereal?)

…At least I think it was I’ll let you know when I’ve worked up the energy to crawl back out of bed. YOU GUYS! I went to 25 freakin’ yardsales yesterday! It was the best.

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