My husband's insistence that we're having a garage sale this weekend. He said our storage areas are full. I suggested taking things to Goodwill. No, he wants to have a garage sale. Our town's citywide garage sale is this weekend. I said I would not be helping. (We have never participated before, as it's usually over Mother's Day, and DH's birthday and my sister's birthday are also in that time period. Usually we are out of town celebrating.) He said it was OK, he would handle it. I also said I didn't want people coming on our garage (it's detached and just has a wooden door, not a storm door or anything, so would be easy to break in to.) He said OK.
Last week he brought all the tubs of old clothes downstairs. (And that's mostly what we'll have--I sold most of our larger things on Craigslist. So there'll be an older crib, and a plastic climbing toy, but no other big ticket items.) He has yet to go through them. He is borrowing tables from the club he belongs to, but it's supposed to rain this weekend and he has no canopy. He also has no signs, change, or stickers for price labels. It's supposed to start tomorrow afternoon (although I don't know what time) and go through Sunday (just how every mother wants to spend Mother's Day, watching her husband sit out on the driveway.) His assumption is that he can come home after work, casually set stuff up, and it'll be easy. Obviously he has never been to/set up a garage sale before, as people can be ruthless in re: to opening times. He's also a terrible haggler.
He did, however, pay the $10 to get on the town's garage sale map. So people will be expecting there to actually be a sale. Ugh.