So the dh is finishing up the semester, commissioning to be an officer in the US Army in the Armor corps, and now I have to start thinking about moving in a few months. YUK.
I went out to my garage, where the true horror lies.
I tried.
I really tried.
I found bad bad things. And lots of projects and things I am not willing to give up, and things that belonged to my Grandma, and things my Grandfather made for my Mom. Not junk. What to do with it all ?!
My solution was to go make bread with my five year old.
Honey whole wheat quinoa bread.
YUM.
And then...I disturbed the pile and somehow it exploded....and pieces landed all over my house.
Tonight I sort, and ready a big ol truck load of stuff to donate. Especially since I found a rather large-ish sized box that had been mislabeled. It was laundry. Wash, fold, donate.
Pray for me?
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The box of laundry is just classic! Im sure I have one or two of those around here somewhere....
ReplyDeleteAnd also, you know anything you get rid of you have to run by me first to see if I want it right?
And also, I am coming to help you de crap, it is sooo fun! June? July? we will see!