this sucks

Until about three month ago, maybe a little less, I had a large shed out back, poorly built, leaked, had mice, but it held all the crap I could never throw away. You know, I might NEED that broken yard rake with no handle. Some of its tines will come in handy if I ever need a long piece of springy metal to perform that emergency lobotomy on myself some day!

But I wasn't going to take it with me, so I emptied it out and sold it to some guy for the cost of moving it out of the yard.

Now, I'm a major packrat. Not Hoarder TV quality, but I really hate to throw anything away. So now, my already overcrowded house is looking like I may just start to qualify. Over the 4th of July weekend, I had the grandkids tearing things up trying to find the one missing lego out of a box of about five bazillion, pushing things back to make room for six people to sit and move around. The last two days I have been spending the daytime at the farm while Rose is at work, and the damned goat figured out the doggy door back in town. Including knocking down the blockade I put up to stop him. I don't know if you realize how much one goat and two large dogs can do, but quite frankly, I'd rather clean up after the proverbial bull in the china shop!
Now I'm sitting here realizing that moving the larger furniture and appliances is going to be a pain in the ass simply making paths through all this shit.

Oh well. At least then I'll be able to rake it all up with my broken rake head and bag it all up for the trash bin. Rose will probably make me do it blindfolded so I won't be able to see that old inner tube with a hole in it I was saving in case I needed to cut it into heavy duty rubber bands someday...