Okay, okay, here comes the guilt. I am addicted to yard (tag) (estate) (white or any other color elephant) sales.
Recently, I determined to refrain from looking in the classified section of the daily paper. If I did not see the sale ads, how would I know what I was missing? Enough was enough. There was no more storage in this house for more "things." I had not opened an Ebay account where I could sell things. There were no indoor flea markets around here where I could set up a stall for all the newly found treasures.
Right after church, I gently told my husband I had to run out for a very short time and would be back momentarily. Slinking away like a thief in then night, I hit the gas pedal of my car and zoomed right into the parking lot of the church.