If I am packing, tossing, throwing away, giving away and selling, how is it that my house is in shambles and I have only treacherous paths to aid my travel from room-to-room? Maybe when I pitch it all out in the yard tomorrow for the sale, I’ll be able to see the floor again.
My yard sale prices are going to be very reasonable — as in:
“Can I have this?”
“Yes! Take it with my blessing! Do you need help carrying it to your car?”