I spent the day cleaning out the junk filled back porch. I am over halfway done. I managed to reorganize the storage shelves and throw out a lot of crap.

(SHHHHH! we don’t speak of that to The Curmudgeon. He goes garbage diving to see what he can rescue. None of that crap is coming back in if I can help it.)

Any of my friends need a man’s size 10 waders? He has admitted he won’t be using them again. I have a lovely croquet set too.

Unfortunately I found that my fog machine was back there and somehow managed to break. Guess who needs to buy a new one? Again.

I still need to find a home for the antique rocker.

Anyone see my airbrush? I can’t find it. You know if I buy another one, my old one will suddenly reappear.