It is a tradition that I am not a fan of, but I also don't like clutter and could use a little extra cash... two birds... what the hell! I have spent the last 7 hours in a dirty garage where the temperature was 105 degrees while unloading tons of dusty boxes. I have broken 2 nails and I smell pretty ripe.
We moved into this house just under three years ago and there are still about 30 boxes that we never unpacked, never missed, and thus must get rid of. We also have bought new furniture and shoved the old stuff into the basement. Not to mention the toys that my kids haven't played with for 3 years (at least) that I will be sneaking into the sale. Saturday morning, they will rediscover these toys in the sale. They'll beg me not to sell them and whine but that is my favorite!
I will work my fingers to the bone for three days, sweat like a pig, wake up at 5:30AM on Saturday (because even though the ad clearly states 7AM- they will, without fail, arrive BY 6AM!), barter with the hip pack and visor wearing freaks that don't want to pay $1 for a $40 toy, sell a $300 coffee table for $4 and completely diminsh any worth that my items ever had. I can't wait!