Grateful? You Bet!

There was a short debate as to whether I should post this or not.... I won.
There really isn't a good reason not too.
(Somehow it feels like a shallow victory though.)

~ To the Point ~

Many, many years ago (too many to worry about) some kids had too much stuff. Their names of course were Julie and Bradley. Where to put it, the stuff? Where to put it, the stuff?

Julie's parents had just built a home and WOW! it had an unfinished basement that was HUGE! There could be some room there? Just a little bit of room there? Enough to put our too much stuff there? Without taking up much room of that whole lot of room? Please?

Yay! Thank you!

So it happened many, many years ago (too many to worry about) (really) that Julie's parents made a decision from their hearts, if not from their smarts. Take that corner there. That small corner there. Plenty of room there for your too much stuff. Not a lot there really.

And so it began. From a humble start. Just a little too much stuff in the corner there. Little did those sweet unsuspecting parents realize from what it was they were about to part.
(bwua-ha-ha-ha!) (bwua-ha-ha-ha!) (oh! bwua-ha-ha-ha!)

TRIBBLES!
(Seemed apropos at this point. Don't know the reference? Look it up.)

Two young parents' too much stuff became then theirs plus a first grandchild's too much stuff, then a second grandchild's too much stuff, THEN a third grandchild's too much stuff and THEN a second grandchild's eternal mate's too much stuff.

Oh it was glorious! Oh it was lovely! Oh it was a mess!
Well, a little mess. A little too much stuff mess.

The kindly mistress of the house made a reasoned request that some kind of order be made of the tribbled mess.
The little too much stuff mess. Please.

A date was set and pushed back and then pushed back again. Oh, would the too much stuff ever become a more organized pile of too much? Stuff? Well.....

TODAY WAS THAT DAY!
(for the most part)

We assigned the greater part to Reine of course. She was not happy about it.
Lindsay, Michael, Julie and Bradley gathered in the aforementioned basement for a few hours, a couple... well, a little while and made a dent in the unruly thing.

Julie and Bradley went through and reorganized their little bit of too much stuff along with that belonging to Ryan and Kevin. Michael got through his too.

For the record...
Lindsay has A WHOLE LOT of too much stuff!
She couldn't finish and had to postpone the remainder for another day.

I forgot a flash camera so the photos could have been better, but they are not.

Behold!

Reine was right there in the middle of things but being very tired and hungry to boot she didn't like her circumstances much. She was her usual cuteness for the most part but at times she WAS NOT HAPPY.

See?

SEE?
(Have I mentioned the girl has quite the pair of lungs on her?)

In one of her more tranquil moments she was Momma's little helper.

Michael's gettin' it done.

Finally coming together.

Julie's Dad Don kept us company throughout the ordeal.
Don't he look comfortable?
Julie's Mom Georgia helped making piles, directing the work.
I didn't get a picture of her to my chagrin.

So, on this weekend of Thanksgiving, we are certainly grateful for Julie's parents and their forbearance.
After all this they STILL didn't kick us out!

Just a little bit of too much stuff on our part?
Perhaps.

Evidence of a kind and gracious heart on their part?
For sure.
~ Thank you ~