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Yes, I did it.

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I talked my husband into having a yard sale. It was a month long effort of collecting, pricing, boxing, making signs, posting signs, borrowing saw horses, dragging plywood out of the cellar and setting up.

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Granted, the majority of things for sale were mine.

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But as Friday morning wore on…

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And my spouse saw people buying lots of things they didn’t need..

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He thought maybe…

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Just maybe…

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He would put out a few of his things.

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He started small.

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And technically the heater (and whatever that old tool is) originally belonged a friend who left town and dumped it on us …

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But they went out on the front lawn.

And when people stopped to talk to him about it?

He was hooked…. and brought a few boxes of stuff up from the basement.

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And then, by the time afternoon rolled around?

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He was in his element.

He stood outside and talked to so many people in the 95+ degree heat it required a change of clothing.

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He talked to everyone who looked at his things and gave them the full history of each piece.

Whether they wanted to hear it or not.

He was a seriously happy camper.

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To be continued…