Looking around my little house, it is beyond obvious that we've got too much stuff. Again.

It is time to purge all the outgrown clothes, the linens that have seen better days, the mugs with the chipped lips and the furniture that doesn't serve any purpose beyond collecting piles of paperwork that I intend to go through someday.

This is easier said than done, because I'm great at bagging things up, or boxing them, or even tossing them when I set my mind to it, that final step of getting them to the charity, or getting them to the dump, or getting them to somewhere other than the garage is the challenge. I mean, I have a minivan, and I can take stuff places, but My Lazy wants the magic take it away fairy to do it for me.

Okay, that is probably the most pathetic thing I've ever written.

OH POOR ME. WE HAVE TOO MUCH AND WE ARE TOO LAZY TO GET IT INTO THE HANDS OF PEOPLE WHO ACTUALLY NEED IT. Also, we are too lazy to just get rid of the tired, broken crap that is cluttering up our closets and cabinets.

Yeah. On that note, I'm going to go open up the trunk of the van and start loading up bags.