Pitching frenzy

We are in preparations to start the kitchen/bathroom remodel very soon. In order to tear up the kitchen, we have to make a temporary kitchen somewhere else in the house. So in panic mode after finding out the cabinets are officially in(yay), we have been pitching and tossing and making piles to donate all day. It is hard to know what to pitch and what to keep in terms of childhood memories for the kids. What might the grandkids enjoy looking at and playing with when they come to visitt? As I sorted through the play food drawer, I started questioning the vision of the play food designers. Here's one example:



Um, tasty salad? Or salad thrown in the trash and then attacked by maggots? What are those little green things? And the Mercedes symbol cut cukes there. Expensive and rancid. Ew. Next:



Okay. We have Jewish relatives and love us some Challah bread, but is this for Sabbath or something I might pick up in the yard after Copper has played fetch post Purina ONE. The wormy salad went back into the play drawer. The poopy challah went to Goodwill. Sorry. We'll get it done, just tedious. Especially when I keep finding treasures from the past like Healthy Heart Man:



He won an award one year. Look at those muscles...must do CrossFit.

It is bedtime. Gotta get rested for the 4th grade party and more emotional tossing of crap out of the basement. LTD.
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