unpack or toss?

You want to see my definition of pure torture?

Wow!You're such a good sport!

okay then, follow me.

Welcome to the "infernal regions" of my lovely home.

My place of torment.
My personal nether world, my Hades, my Tartarus,

yeah, you get the idea.

The Hubby has "asked" me to work on unpacking some of these boxes this week.

I cringed, and not just because he told me what to do, he did ask nicely.

Really, what am I gonna do with all this stuff?

I'm thinking that life is pretty comfortable upstairs.
We could just shut the door and pretend we don't have a basement.

There are people all over the USA who don't have basements.

We didn't have one when we lived in South Carolina.

What did we do without a basement?

The only thing I remember hating was pretending to be safe in a bathtub during a tornado warning. Yeah, like that's gonna save ya when your house is blown into a thousand tiny pieces.

Did we really accumulate this much junk over the last 7 years?

I know the kids want it finished off.

They want a place to escape with their friends from us lame parents.

I'm sure they would like something like this.

brandonblattner.com/.../07/Man-Cave_page.JPG


or like this

http://msnbcmedia3.msn.com/j/MSNBC/Components/Photo/_new/090126-mancave-abate.h2.jpg

We've lived here for a couple months now.

If we haven't needed it by now, do we really need it at all?

I could just call Goodwill and ask them to take it all away.

There's not really much of my stuff down there anyways.

It's mostly Hubby's (really! I know you don't believe me!)

He's such a pack rat, but only when it comes to his stuff.

He seems to have no issues at all throwing away my "keepsakes", especially if they had anything to do with "my past"

Here's where we kept Nae Nae slept while she was home

No wonder she doesn't like to come home very often.