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That is not all.
We have made the monumental decision to improve the basement of our house by getting sheetrock and better ceilings and a couple of power outlets in the hall and new carpet in the bedrooms and some other shenanigans I don't know what all.
This necessitated removing stuff from the rooms that are to be improved.
So. Much. Stuff.
The Gatorade bottles, empty, under certain people's beds!
"We have got to get rid of some of this furniture," I said, emphatically, to the historian, while sitting on some of the furniture that we might have to get rid of.
"I promise," said the historian.
Tomorrow, the wrecking ball.
I mean the contractors.
As God is my witness, we will get rid of some of that stuff.
And that IS