I'm cleaning out our closets. How do we get so much shit? Tell me that. I must admit that a lot of it is mine. (Even though my husband has contributed his fair share, I will say. He's the pack rat of the family.) Just what made me think that I needed another wool sweater when I lived in Tennessee? Hmm? (It ain't cold there ya'll.) And what do you do with oodles of pictures from college? That penguin I painted my senior year of high school? That second SNES console we're keeping in case the other one breaks the one freaking time a year we might actually play it.

Ebay here I come....