Oh no .. no trading crap places for me .. some of this crap is good crap and are my memories that just need to be organized better .. the rest is just plain old crap that needs to been thrown out .. when the kiddies are asleep and never know I through THEIR crap out ..
Oh, so true. About ten years ago, shortly before I was getting married and was moving from one side of the state to the other, my mother came to visit and to "help" me. Well, she "helped" me throw about massive amounts of crap I'd squirred away and thought I was emotionally attached to. The funny this is - I haven't missed a thing. Maybe I can get her to come and visit again soon...