My whole week has been Onerous Task Day with the garage sale prep. And my Getting Shit Done on Twitter was a masturbatory exercise. Oh, well - it made me step away from the Garage Sale Prep of Doom and I got an onerous e-mail written and 8 pages copyedited in a hour, even with Twittering.
Guys, it looks like a thrift store threw up in my house. The ex left SO MUCH STUFF. Granted, Dan and I are getting rid of some stuff of our, and my mom, dad and sister filled up my car with stuff for the garage sale (pre-laundered, thanks, family) but 85% of the stuff is leftovers from the ex. She never threw ANYTHING away. I've done 15 loads of laundry, maybe 2 of it my stuff, and 5 loads through the dishwasher, maybe 1/2 a load of it mine.
Tomorrow is a Garage Sale Prep Only day. Anything that's left after Saturday will be Freecycled for 1 day, and then I am packing it up and hauling it to Goodwill on Monday.
Only problem is this couch and two chairs that I'm not sure anyone would want to buy. I'm going to vacuum and Febreeze the hell out of them, and mark them for sale for $5 each. Hell, I'd PAY $5 each for someone to haul them away. I may put a sign up to this effect.