Yard sales. I love going to them. I hate hosting them, and it was an exhausting experience. The yard sale happened the weekend of Memorial Day because I thought it would be a good time to do so. I originally wanted to do Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. But Mr. V didn’t get to putting out the signs until late Friday. Then he and our son, and I put everything out on Friday afternoon. Saturday was long and exhausting. By the end of the day, we made 30 dollars. We had a BBQ to go to, and I didn’t realize how empty my social battery would be by then. Sunday was better. I sold some of my fiber tools, but there was so much left I’m going to have to figure out how to get rid of stuff. Still tired from it on Monday, which is Mr. V’s birthday. I need to wrap this up because I still have a cake to bake. Yard sale? Never again, thanks. I will gladly roll up to one, but I will never have one again.