How much stuff can one family hoard?!

There should be some sort of tongue twister about that to the tune of the woodchuck one, I think. I've been receiving some subtle hints about neglecting this blog. I am still alive and still in blogging mode. I have been buried under a pile of junk someone in my family thinks is keepsakes. FYI a torn scrap of paper with a 'phone number on it and no name is not a keepsake ... it is garbage!! When we moved here I decided it would be our last move but I now see that moving is the only way to clear out the junk. My child will not get rid of that tangled up piece of fluorescent orange yarn for anything less than a year in Belize. I have also learned that certain things should not be moved because you really don't want to know what is behind them. (I'll just leave it at that and let your imaginations do the rest) On the plus side - by the time I'm done, our house will be the cleanest one in, possibly, all of Canada and I'll be suitably exhausted to appreciate the hammock, with my name on it, on the beach. On the minus side - by the time I get home to enjoy my unnaturally clean house, it will no longer be clean. Thems the breaks, I guess. Well, it's back to the junk pile for me. You all have a great day!