Due to the upcoming addition to the family, Mrs. Marble wanted to clean out the baby's room and have a yard sale to get rid of all the stuff that's accumulated in there throughout the years.

Man, I hate yard sales. Something about yard sales brings out the dregs of society.

We didn't prep much for this one. The last one we had, I put out signs the day before and we had everything set up in the garage earlier that week. This time, we had crap sitting in the hallway in the morning and nothing set up anywhere. So at 7:30 AM (we had planned on starting at 8), I went out to put up signs and Kari started moving stuff to the driveway.

As I was putting up the pitiful little signs we had made (this morning), I thought to myself "There's no way we're going to get any business. No one can see these signs and we didn't give people enough time". By the time I got back to the house (I was only gone 20 minutes) there were 10 people mulling around as Kari was trying to put stuff out.

And it only got busier....

What gets me is that you could have an original Picasso painting framed in 24k gold inlaid with diamonds donning a sticker for $1.00 and some toothless hag with a cigarette and 13 kids will as you if you'll take $.90. I mean, WTF? I'm getting rid of stuff at .0001% of what I paid for it, cough up the extra dime.

Then we had people who tried to purchase single sheets out a set. Hello? It's a set. You might need one fitted sheet for a window treatment, but how the hell am I supposed to sell the rest of it?

One of my favorites was this girl who was looking around and found something for a dollar. All she had was 69¢. 69¢? How in God's green earth do you think 69¢ is going to suffice when you go garage sale shopping? Well, I guess it makes sense as we took it anyway.

My brother in law and his wife dropped off some items to sell as well. She had a bunch of old purses she was selling for a dollar each. Had she actually cleaned them out before hand, she'd have realized she would have lost money on the sale. We found a few bucks in change, a bunch of pens, Mentos, lipstick, two sets of fingernail clippers, hair bows, credit card receipts, a name badge, and a key to who knows what.

We made a good bit of money on the whole thing unless you count the fact that we paid a thousand times more for all the crap, but at least it's not taking up space any more. I may have sold my scuba tanks to the neighbor's kids and we did get rid of a couch ($20! Whatta Bargain!) however this means that now I have to sleep on the leather one when the Mrs. boots me out for snoring.

I'd love to say this is the last one I'm ever having, but I'm married. Yardsales should be in the wedding vows so that us guys know what we're getting in to.