As many of you know, Tom and I have been spending the past couple weeks trying to sort through our past to separate the gems from the rocks. At the end we had a garage full of rocks. I don't think I would even call them rocks more like petrified poo. You know, the basics like potty trained on couches, exercise equipment, toys that I had taken from the kids when they wouldn't clean them up and never missed. I had taken four van/truck full loads to the DI (This is pretty amazing considering nearly every person who enters my house asks if we are moving because it is so bare. I just like it like that. Easier to clean up.). All was pretty uneventful until my fifth, and hopefully final load. I pulled up to the drop off entrance just as a car was pulling away. I saw the guys who had just unloaded his stuff laughing. When they had taken my junk out of my car, I pulled slowly forward so I could catch a glimpse of the goods. (Are you just dying to know what it was yet?) Click here to find out.