Eventually, we're going to have to give in. As long as we stay in this house, our days are numbered. It's the car, or the toys.
Most folks in our neighborhood have already surrendered. They pick one, and leave it to fight against the elements.
We haven't given in yet, but it's a struggle to move between the cars and the house. It's not just the stuff like the kid's bikes -- it's also the recycling bin, the lawnmower, and the umbrella for the table on the back patio.
I'll give us until June, after another round of birthdays. Place your bets, folks.
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