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today I am getting ready for my yard sale. The "dynamic house of Trisha Love" is is shambles. No, Im not selling my cheerleading outfit even though I am getting rid of everything else! My house looks like a bomb went off in it. There is crap on every surface and the floor is covered too. In my cookie cutter neighborhood, I think you are only supposed to have a yard sale when they "allow" it, twice a year. But, Im a rebel. Tomorrow the flood gates will open and hopefully everyone that comes is looking for more plastic army guys, because we have ALOT of those! Cheers to purging. Man, it feels good.