park her car in their garage. So I offered to rent a bin and throw out darling -'s (aka Psycho Brother) high school science notebooks (I'm not kidding. he's 50, BTW) and other useless crap she has stuffed in there. She clutched her chest. Tears in her eyes (again, not kidding) she said, "But he might neeeed them someday. There's very useful information in there. always had the neatest handwriting. And he took the best notes. All the other would sit around and copy his notes since he was always the smartest and the best in all his classes and everyone looked up to him " (the "isn't wonderful" spiel goes on for about 20 more minutes. Feel free to imagine what it's like. I'm feeling queasy just typing it.) Her closests are stuffed with dresses she and her daughter wore in the s 70s because "they'll come back in fashion!" When she kicks, I'm going to make some vintage dress shop owner swoon.