 I found them when I took a box down to the garage. Oh, I'm going to help them out with the health fair, by the way. I figured you would. Sign me up for whatever I can do. Okay. So, what were the girls screaming about? Oh, you heard that? Mm-hmm. Over what to keep and what to get rid of. I don't get it. How is it that they never even think about most of what they have until I want to get rid of it? And then suddenly, everything is precious and valuable.