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* Photos will be posted by Thursday, December 11.
What happens when a nerdy historian and a geeky software engineer have a kid? They wait ten years and have a crazy yard sale. We have TONS of toys for sale, including limited-run Hot Wheels tracks, many dinosaurs of all shapes and sizes, and a variety of other toys. We are also avid board gamers and have many of these for sale ranging from traditional classics to party games to more obscure, harder-to-come-by board games. We have small pieces of living room furniture, mirrors, and various curtain rods in both antique and industrial styles. We have small appliances such as a tiny microwave and a tiny pasta maker and a tiny slow cooker that you can use in your car for some reason. We have lots of fantastic children's books and a few adult books, mostly classics and history books. We have various crafting supplies, including an unnerving amount of seashells collected across the state of Florida in a brief time of obsession that likely deserved a medical intervention. We have a small assortment of ceramics such as Fitz and Floyd candle bases, majolica, Bavarian babies, random Limoges and other early nineteenth-century dishes. We have an 8-person set of Mikasa dishes in a neutral color. We have creepy little Christmas ornaments that look like a witch made them. We have an early 80's Lorrie Kabala blush pink, drop-waist wedding dress that could have been worn by one of the Golden Girls. We have various boys clothing for all ages and some women's clothing. We have jugs! We have nineteenth-century antique broken glass and pottery shards collected from fields in South Georgia. We have a door. It's just a door. There is no knob. But it's never been used. We have various pieces of abandoned sports equipment from a bike to an indoor basketball goal to kid's inline skates. We have a red antique wooden keyholder from Pennlsylvania that might be haunted. You name it and we probably have it.
Please park in the street and not in the driveway if possible. Also, no early birds. We are tired.

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