It being Saturday, I hoped -- for the second weekend in a row -- to get to the really big stuff, namely the Wall of Crap that is the garage. It also being a gorgeous summer day, we instead went to the farmer's market, got Trinidadian carryout and had a picnic at the park while Jack splashed in the baby pool.
Sometimes you need a good time in the kiddie pool more than you need to confront the mountainous evidence of your own excessive buying habits. Today was that day. Don't get me wrong; we still divested from the stash today, just not on the grand scale of Garage Clean Out. Instead it was just little things: more plastic containers that we don't want but my mom does. Also, as a bonus, I included three boxes of Jell-O.
The Jell-O falls into the category of "why do we even HAVE this?". We simply are not Jell-O eaters, and it's a mystery how we came to harbor not one but three boxes of the stuff. I suspect it might have been an ingredient in some now forgotten kiddie art activity but that is the only explanation I can come up with; Alan denies all knowledge of or involvement with the Jell-O. Which tells me I ought to be asking more questions about some of the odder items in our home; I've been assuming they're his belongings predating my tenure here at the cul-de-sac, but maybe not. Maybe they just somehow...showed up. And are therefore candidates for jettisioning. Don't have to go home but you can't stay here!
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