I've been going through our garbage lately. And this is what I decided did not need to make it to the curb:
Now you also know the kind of things I allow my children to eat. Minus the beer. That's ALL the hubster and his connection with Hell Boy. Don't ask.
But don't judge me. By the end of this weekend, you aren't going to recognize any of it. And in the process, my home office is going to start to take serious shape. Go gather some spray paint, ribbon, scrap booking paper and a hot glue gun and let's have some fun, shall we?