On Monday evening, I talked with my sister on the phone. We were both complaining about our houses being a disaster. She posted a picture of her's, so I felt obligated to do the same.
This is what happens when you sort through all your child's toys planning to take some to the consignment store or pass them on. You know the ones...the ones that haven't been played with for months. Well, she found the bag and liberated them.
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