The Land of the Stuff

I was going through some leftover unpacked items in our guestroom today and I discovered a few things.

1) While going through Brian's mesh bag of his old football locker room items, I realized I married a "man's man." I also realized that a woman should not go through such a bag. I don't know what to do with a multitude of cleats, under armor apparel, protein supplements, mouth guards, and various other "manly" items that a lady just does not need to know about, never the less smell.

2) I have collected way too much stuff over the years of the life Sarah, and though I can not seem to slam dunk anything in the trash, I can easily hide it away in large plastic containers for a lifetime. I am sure we will move these containers from house to house to house for the next 15 years.

3) Both Brian and I own way too many articles of clothing, but yet both seem to wear the same couple of items on a weekly basis. Me: A flowy skirt with a simple cotton shirt. Brian: Fishing shirt and cargo shorts.

4) I am spoiled with STUFF.

God Bless America, The Land of the Stuff!