Getting RId of all the Baggage

I had one of those weird conversations I have sometimes with my spouse where I ask a question such as, in this case:  "Hey, can I get rid of those giant blown out speakers we don't use and the giant annoying cabinet that the record player is perched upon? And can we get rid of those extra fish tanks that no one on Craigslist apparently even wants to pay $10 for? Because, really, we have a small house and a lot of unused crap."

The answer was, "Yeah, my mom is having a garage sale this weekend and we'll haul the fish tanks over there.  And those speakers are junk. The record player is fine, though." 

So, because Jon has been sick this weekend, running a fever and having a sore throat and running to the potty, I've been rather bored on this long weekend and yet not wanting to inflict anything possibly infectious on the rest of the people I know so we didn't really do anything for three whole days.

Which was nice!

But, since I have some sort of ants in my pants, it was also boring.

We took the fish tanks to the garage sale. 

Then I proceeded to toss the junk speakers and cabinet out in the lawn to await trash day.

I hear, "Hey!  Where did the speakers and stuff go?"

I told him I asked him about getting rid of the stuff and that he gave me the okay.

"I did?  I don't remember."

"Yeah, in the same breath that you said we were taking fish tanks to your mom's garage sale."

"Was I playing my video game?"

"No. You were cooking."

"Oh.  I kind of thought since I didn't remember that you wouldn't either and just forget to get rid of that stuff."

"No. I'm not going to forget getting rid of crap we don't use that doesn't really work."

Does anyone else ever have these conversations or is it just at my house?  I'm not ruling out the possibility that my house is some sort of black hole for strange and unpleasant happenings. 

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On another note, my backyard now looks like a used appliance store.  We replaced our broken stove with another used stove.  Broken stove went to the backyard.  We replaced our dying washing machine with a less dying washing machine.  Mostly dead washing machine went to the backyard.  And, today, Jon's dad found us a used dryer at a yard sale...so, guess what, broken dryer went to join its buddies in the backyard.  There is also an air conditioner out there and at least one other air conditioner that needs to join the scrap heap. 

I'm really hoping his dad will stop by with his scrap trailer and just take it all at once.  Too many Jeep trips and waiting in line at the scrap yard for all that. 

I'm also hoping my neighbors will tolerate my backyard appliance center graveyard (at least for a while) and not complain to the Township.  Thus far, they've been super tolerant of our broke-ass redneck ways. 

I would also like to clean out the shed and other random junk around the house. But, most of it is in smaller chunks than say, an appliance.