I told my brother this morning I'll bet you that the reason our laundry machine keeps spilling out into the hallway is because something absolutely ridiculous is clogging the pipe, and lo and behold, a sock from the last family somehow found its way out.

The sock was labeled 2015, nearly a decade in that pipe. Unbelievable. There were four of them actually, none of them matched if you can believe that. And that's what happens to your socks when you lose them, unfortunate soul reading this. It ends up in the pipes of the last house you lived and the next family eventually finds it.

You know what I really find fun? Geocaching. Talk about getting some old loot. They aren't really prize boxes so much as they are communal time capsules. I could throw a couple of Neopets down there and make it look like someone left them there years ago.

I've been selling a lot of old stuff. I don't really care about having something because it's vintage. I do have this one stuffed animal though that I will never sell for as long as I live. I found out recently it's actually a Rushton rubber face mouse from the 1950's that I just adored as a kid.

He was my favorite toy. I don't care that he's a little vintage and most people may find him creepy looking. Boy this thing is going for like three hundred on ebay. But yeah, I would never sell him.