Saturday, May 28, 2005

Buried treasure.

It took us years to fill up the garage. I wonder why we thought we could clean it all out in just two days.

If 'treasure' is defined by words like 'action figures from 1980,' 'comic books from 1963 to the present year,' 'toys of all kinds from the fifties, sixties, seventies, and eighties,' 'uncountable action figures, Transformers, fast food prizes, My Little Ponies' or 'billions of sealed boxes of cool starship models from 1960 - today,' then avast, matey, the pirates be soon on our tails.

I think I might have broken my back carrying a big heavy Millenium Falcon to the truck.

Honestly, there were things in that garage I KNOW I've never laid eyes on before. I think Hub hid them in there so he wouldn't have to share his toys with the kids. And most of this stuff is in the original box or package.

On the bright side, we can see a little bit of bare wall now, and we both realized that I am personally not responsible for the majority of clutter in there.

This garage is a pop culture treasure chest.

I'm serious.