Six years ago, Jen and I moved into the house we still occupy. Two days ago, we finally unpacked the last of the stuff we had boxed up when we moved. That means we cleaned out our garage. A car now fits in there! Who knew?

We actually found some fairly cool stuff, like the old (still working) Super Nintendo we thought we had tossed or sold some years ago. My son is all excited about this find and can't wait to play the games we found along with it. Also, a huge box of Nintendo Power magazines.

I found my Social Security Card. Huh. Thought I'd lost that. Wife found hers, too. Thought we'd lost both of them.

I also found an autographed copy of "Running with the Demon". Mint condition! Six years in a box in the garage and there's nothing wrong with it! This is a cool find because it is autographed. I also have two other copies of the book, because I keep thinking I've lost it.

She found her drumstick. This prompted an argument. She claims this was from when she was in Band in high school, and played drums. I blinked. When we were dating, she told me that she recieved that drumstick from some drummer in some famous band. She denies ever having said any such thing...but this is the first time I've ever heard she was in Band in high school, let alone a drummer.

We also found some pictures I took at the Ren Faire. She claims SHE took the pictures. Like hell! I remember taking the pictures. Well, at least we found the pictures.

Oh yeah, we also found an undeveloped roll of film! We both wonder what's on it! We'll probably argue about who took the pictures, whatever it is.

I found a box full of old D&D character sheets from my grade-and-high-school gaming days, plus the first Fantasy Heartbreaker I ever wrote. 16 Ability Scores! Percentile Skills! An overly complex magic system based on old english superstitions and magical correspondences! (more authentic, you see) Other things I chuckled at but can't recall now!

She found her favorite watch. The band was broken so she was going to toss it. Women. The band was fixed in five miutes and the watch needs a new battery.

I found my old contacts, still in their little case. One of them was all dried up and crumbly, which was ok because it had ripped anyways, and my eyes have changed since then. But the other one was still wet...yes, WET, not just moist, and in perfect condition. I said I was going to buy an eyepatch just so I could wear my contact.

I won't tell you about all the stuff we tossed, though some of that was pretty cool, too, for the memories they brought back.

Most of you are probably still stuck on the "Six years? You didn't unpack for six years?" part. Yeah.