So wonder of wonders, my husband came home for lunch to see our trash (be patient) and he took me out to lunch at Chevy's. This was very refreshing seeing as I spend all day at home with Larry, who lives in my head, and Bianca, Babe, Erica, Kendall & co, who happen to live in Pine Valley, TVLand, Soap operadom. So thanks Chris for showing me that real people do exist during the daylight hours. As for our trash...
We are, because we are insane, going to attempt to fix 8 years of cramming everything we couldn't let go of or didn't have a place for into our garage, in the space of 5 days. Now let me tell you, I have a 3-car garage that I can't get a bike into right now. So we rented a roll off dumpster. Now, I'm talkin huge. I could fit my friggin car in it, tow if they were stacked, and I drive an extended minivan. If I should go missing within said 5 days, please tell authorities I may have been trapped in this hulking dumpster and suffocated by the 10,000 leaking stuffed animals, broken barbies, rusted bikes, popped balls and missing puzzle peices. Search the local landfill.