My basement desk is extra large
because my grandfather who gave
it to me was a builder who
rolled out blueprints for many huge
commercial projects on it. Save
for one lamp, it is now piled high.
My double garage had a space
for the riding mower, but it
is now in the new backyard shed.
The room around the hybrid cars
now holds all of the tools that fit
on walls and shelves and floor instead.
Our Storage Unit’s deep and wide.
We can’t remember what’s inside.
– Steve Shoemaker, Urbana, IL, Feb. 14, 2014
Views from the Edge 
Hilarious, because true. Just yesterday BJ was up in my room and she pointed to a cabinet and asked “What’s in there?” I had no idea. It turned out to be a sweat suit and other miscellaneous articles I’d forgotten I had. Oh, dear. 😳
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CA, It is hilarious! I can hear your mother laughing.
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Perfect for our times!
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rat story. So glad you found it.
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Pack rat story?
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Yes. Don’t know what happened to the pack.
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