I haven't been able to blog much lately, but I just had to share these finds. My "donate happy" mother called me yesterday morning. She told me that my dad was working on cleaning out the attic and that there was a couple of boxes of stuff that was mine. She wanted me to come look through it and decide if it was anything I wanted or donate it.
So of course, I jump in my car and rush over there. My mother has a history of getting rid of the good toys. This is the woman I have to thank for the loss of my original Death Star playset, which was an awesome Christmas gift. Yes, I am still a little bitter over that, but I will be ok.