My brother and I went out to the shed today. No one has gone out to the shed in probably about five or six years. It's filled with a tonne of junk and old memories. Things of note that I found include, a pack of Big Chew, my old baseball mitt, my Barbie dreamhouse and my Grandpa's old table and chairs from the farm (which I'm totally stealing when I move out). We also found an old pair of pantyhose that were still in the packaging. We ripped them in half, put them over our heads and ran into the house screaming. It was hilarious.
Anyway, we made plans to attack the shed next weekend. The plan is to pretty much back up my brother's trailer to the door and throw it all away, which is a huge waste, but most of it has serious water damage and or is in various stages of decomposing.
I woke up this morning to my back making a crazy crunching sound. I've hardly been able to move all day. IT BLOWS.
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