I was waiting to post until I figured out what the final resolution of the fifth item would be, but I'm almost there, so here we go:
Call me what you will, but you know how you sometimes avoid things that you hear are just great because they're new to you and you are more comfortable with the status quo?  Well, that was me with Craigslist.  I was very familiar with the concept and had heard wonderful reviews, yet still had never even stepped foot on the site myself... until I spent an entire weekend running a garage sale to get rid of baby stuff that didn't sell.  The whole point of the sale was to get all of those bulky items out of my attic so I could maybe find the Christmas tree in a couple of months!  I had been wanting to do it all summer, really.  Sort of a ceremonial closing of the uterus, if you will (although my mother and sister took every opportunity to comment on how I was tempting fate by selling that stuff).  E and I had felt pretty confident starting about the time that Ladybug was doing well in utero that she would probably be our last one.  I prefer to never say never-- God has a way of proving His power when you go taunting Him like that-- but this summer sort of marked our unspoken 'if we haven't changed our mind about more kids by now, then we probably aren't going to change our minds at all' time frame.
    So off the rabbit trail and back to the story:  I had five bulky items that I didn't want to haul back up to the attic, so I took some pictures and went to type "Craigslist.com" into my browser.  (Ironically enough, it was actually already in my list of recently visited sites-- my 16-year-old brother had been bored at my house and was on my computer.)  With very little trouble I got my five items separately listed.  As a side note, the hardest part was the little wavy code you have to type in to prove you're a real person posting and not a computer.  My brain wants to try too hard to make the extra dots and smudges into something I'm supposed to type.  Then I suffer from a real anxiety that this computer program is going to accuse me of being inhuman if I err.  It's all too much for me, so instead of risking a wrong answer, I just make it give me a new one until I am sure I can nail it.  
    This story is getting a little long, so I'll try to wrap it up here:  once posted, it was less than an hour before I had inquiries on two of the items.  Three items went that day, and I had four deals done within 36 hours of posting.  I went ahead and reposted the fifth item, and have since had an inquiry about it, but they want to come by my house to take a look at it.  Call me crazy, but I don't care to have strangers know where I live.  I only meet in public, high-traffic places with security cameras like the Wal-Mart parking lot.  Apparently I am not the only one who uses that M.O. either.  Several of the potential buyers suggested the very same type of thing.  The item happens to be something called a Jumperoo, which is basically a Johnny Jump Up with a frame of its own so you don't have to try to hang it in a door frame.  A couple of my cousins borrowed it for their kids as well and loved it.  Now they have new little ones, so I think I'm just going to send it on its rounds again.  For some reason, I just have an odd feeling about this last responder.  So I think I'm gonna give them a "Thanks, but no thanks."  Sometimes you have to trust your gut, and things went so well with all the other items.  I'm not gonna push my luck.
NO WHAMMIES NO WHAMMIES NO WHAMMIES STOP!

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