It’s All A Bunch Of Crap, But At Least It’s Closer Now

In honor of the 18-wheeler full of the Yenta family’s belongings on its way into Savannah this very minute, I bring to you George Carlin’s famous riff on “Stuff.”

Please do not assume that because the stuff is here that we have anyplace to put it. We’ve rented yet another storage facility that’s smaller than the previous one, but this one is only three miles away as opposed to 3000. I hope to someday see my favorite shoes and the kids’ baby photos again, but at this point, I think we’ve learned to live without our crappy IKEA couch and everything else. Note to all: When moving across the country, if it doesn’t fit in the car, chuck it.

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