Yesterday, Scott and I attacked our apartment. We left no survivors. Including the suitcase full of 27 t-shirts Scott refused to get rid of LAST time we went through stuff. He calls it his "collection." I call it hoarding. Not to worry, he got rid of half. I'll be patient.
Meanwhile, I found about a million things that I either don't want or don't need. Thought we'd try and make a little money off of it before we ship it all off to the thrift store. You know, stuff like a Futon, a small vacuum, a twin air mattress, picture frames, the like.
If you live in the Rexburg area or know someone who does- take a gander at my Blog Sale: