Another Man's Trash

How's the packing going?  Swell.  As in my lower back and legs are swelling from the amount of time I'm bent in half, on my feet, stuffing my junk into boxes.  I hate that I've moved the "How to Make Balloon Animals" book from the 1970s five times in my life.  Or that I'm to the point of "to heck with cleaning out the junk, let's just stuff it in a box already."  I've done the fun areas already.  Those are the places that I kept neat and tidy, making them a piece of cake to pack.  It's on the the fuzzy areas of our home ... Miss A's room, the laundry room, my closet.  Blah.  

So you want some of my junk?  I have a closet full of stuff that I'm parting ways with.  Some of it you might love.  Most of it you'll probably agree with me that it should go to the junkyard.  There's a broken IKEA television cabinet.  And the (nearly) broken TV to go on it.  There's a quilt rack, complete with heart cutouts on the side.  Lots of blankets.  Some books.  A large wicker chair.  You get the picture.  Actually, if I can, I'll post some pictures tomorrow or a link to cragislist listing for those that actually want to add these rocks into their backpacks.

Until tomorrow.  Now to get back to the "bend and stuff" portion of our program.