Well, we managed to get rid of our ping pong table, for a little small amount of money. Hubby even coerced the guy to take an old junky rug of ours. The dude showed up about four hours later than expected, so he took it likely out of guilt.

We still have various other stuff left, but not a huge amount. One thing I do NOT want going back to Europe is this giant set of elk antlers of my husband's father. My husband still thinks someone will want to buy it, but no one will. I told him that rather than take the sucker back, we should go in the middle of the night and hide them in the woods. It would definitely shock someone who would find it here in New Jersey. The European elk antlers date back to the 1950s, and seem two to three times larger than the largest possible white tailed deer antler would ever be. Maybe it would take on the same mystique as those monoliths that seem to be cropping up all around the world.

My husband was pawning stuff off on our neighbor the other day. He said "Liz, would you like these two gallon bottles of witch hazel?" [She didn't even know what witch hazel was.] That's beyond the fact that "who on earth would ever have two gallons of it"? Only my husband. Liz looked at it, and I said (to try to help her) "Liz, you truly truly do NOT need to accept this witch hazel. Really!" And yet she accepted it, anyway. What she'll do with it, I do not know. As for what my husband did/does with it, the weirdo seems to think it is good for post "comfort station" self-care of the back side. Yes, I married him. Yes, he is weird. And Liz had an out, and didn't take it. The only reason we're not taking it all the way to Europe is because liquids, like that, are not allowed in the shipping container. It's so sad for Hubby that witch hazel is hard to come by there.