And then they see me unloading my van and shoving things inside like doors from garbages and old chairs and headboards and shutters and comforters from Target that were on clearance and I know they think it’s a disease.
She’s trying to fill some lonely void with all this garbage and junk. The 5 kids have finally sent her over the edge. Poor girl.
Should I tell them that we’re finishing our basement (it’s almost there!) and half our house is in the garage? Or should I go over with the shakes and say, “do..do..do you have any junk you want to get rid of?”