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My mom sorting through kitchen crap.

Oh, my grandmother had canceled the delivery of our new couches three times, by the way. I don’t know why. There is no where to sit.

This is how I found the kitchen cabinets.

Small appliances, grilling, baking and tupperware piles.

Pyrex “section”

Pots and pans “corner”

This is the definition of Insanity.

Me: “Why don’t we put all the kitchen stuff up as we unpack it?”

My mother/grandmother: “No, we need to SEE what is here before we put it up.”

Which I guess means sprawling out every single item on the dining room floor and foyer.

An old, locked suitcase that my mom found in my grandma’s attic. They think it was my great, grandma’s. There’s something in it so we’re going to bust into it after some grilled cheese sandwiches.

Edit: Patrick ended up cutting into the old leather with a knife and we found a bunch of my Grandpa’s sketches, letters and Civil War literature.

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