Unfortunately, Aaron's a wee bit emotionally attached to the shit ("no, Laura, we can't sell that onesie for less than five dollars") ("what's in this box? I need to inspect it before you put anything in the garage sale"). It doesn't help that he's a pack-rat and been known to scour through trash bags after I clean out a room to rescue shit.
And people wonder why half of my house is piled with boxes of crap.
I would be perfectly happy dumping everything off for Goodwill to go through. Unfortunately, the last time I donated something (over $400 worth), the donation guys didn't sign the form and we couldn't use it on our taxes. So that really didn't help the cause of convincing Aaron that garage sales are A BAD IDEA. VERY, VERY BAD.
I cannot comprehend life after the garage sale. From now until two o'clock tomorrow is all I can focus on. Does life exist on the other side of the garage sale? I don't know.
In other news... NO FUCKING CORD STILL. Aaron couldn't find it (ha!) and I'm convinced that Darwin got it out of the drawer and either hid is really, really well or threw it away. I went to MicroCenter last night to purchase another one and they were out. So the employee wanted me to tell a manager because they've been out for over a week and he hasn't ordered any.
So while we were waiting for the manager to come over, I started shouting, "Your customer service is horrible!" "I want a manager now!" "I'm a disgruntled customer!" all while trying (and failing) to keep a straight face.
So today after work Aaron has to stop at Best Buy to get me a new cord. And I'm totally screwed. Best Buy is like a