Storage unit clean up

A couple of years ago my middle son asked me if he could store a few things with me.  I don't exactly remember how we ended up with a storage unit, but we did.

Auto billed to my AmEx, of course.  I am sick of paying for it.  I asked my son if he can come get his stuff out, and he doesn't remember what is in there, so "Mom, just get rid of it" was the gist of his reply.

I was going to load it all in a truck and deliver it to Goodwill when one of my friends from work suggested I look through the boxes to be sure I wanted to give it all away.  Guess what we found?

Yup.  Two very worn and well loved quilts my mother, Linda Brannock, made.  I adore my friend for suggesting I look into the boxes. She will always be the one who rescued these quilts back into the family.

Backside of the star quilt.

My husband and I didn't get anything loaded into a truck, so I still have to figure out who to call to come get some of the big stuff.  I got so mad at my husband's lack of helpfulness that, when my cell phone rang with him calling me yet again, I got out of my car at a stoplight, installed said ringing phone in front of my tire, and, when the light changed, proceeded to run over said phone.  Really, some days you just can't take anymore of some people.  Just sayin'.  So today I ran errands, bought a bottle of wine and think I will just chill out on the sofa and watch the Georgia game.  Who are we playing? Georgia football never mattered much to me before; after a glass of wine it won't matter again (I am a true light-weight; read "cheap date").

Scooch over babies; mama needs a cuddle.

Maybe tomorrow we will go outside and enjoy the cool sunny weather.