Ahhhhh. Feels so good to divest.
Today the youngest nephew, known to all as Weazel Boy or Weezbo, came to get a piece of furniture that had belonged to his great grandmother. Because doesn't every young man needs a bombé chest?
One more thing out of the garage. Along with it, he was also the recipient of some of my dad's firewood, circa 1999, that I dutifully brought from the ancestral manse to ours. Both were just waiting for someone to love them.
Woooo!!
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