Please tell me I am not the only housewife who has been lugging around a box of baseball cards from house to house over the past two decades. Seriously. I am not joking when I tell you that the HH’s mother mailed him the box of paper nearly 20 years ago and just this morning I FINALLY convinced my husband to get rid of the box.
Monkey Boy and The Girl got wind of my idea to get rid of the cards and decided to try and sort through them. I tried to reason with them saying, “Trust me, if there is a valuable card in there Pops would know about it.”
1 hour and 24 Ebay searches later they finally agreed. The most valuable card they found was $2.
Getting rid of junk. It feels so good. Even when it takes 20 years to do so.