The husband is sitting guard by the front door so I don't take out the clutter from the kitchen. My family blames my friend for sending me the book, and my son said he is going to send her a strongly worded email :)
Funniest thing is that the husband can't believe I want to get rid of memories, specially the Hard Rock Cafe beer mug. HELLO we have never been to the Hard Rock.
The irony of the whole thing is that the husband constantly complains about my mess and this is the second time I want to get rid of things that he puts up a huge fuzz over it. I will prevail, even if I have to wait till midnight to take the stuff out.