The genuine metal storage building I recently put together is just about full.
You know, for some reason, I have trouble parting with a lot of my stuff.
I’ve always been that way, which is no big secret around our house.
After all, a man’s toys are a man’s toys and his plunder house is his castle.
Toys are like old friends.
We’re supposed to hang on to them as long as we can.
My wife has been knowing that ever since she helped my parents pack and move from Chesterfield Avenue to Bell Town a number of years ago.