And the world will be as one...
It's a perfect crime...

I can't tell ya...

Guess what I finally figured out? I remembered what "porn and parents" in my Notes app refers to! And, thankfully, it's not nearly as disgusting as we all were thinking.

I'm not sure where the post idea came from -- probably something I was watching on TV or in a movie -- but I was curious if you, as a kid or teenager, ever discovered that one or both of your parents had a porn stash. Or do you have your own porn stash that your kids have uncovered? Funny story?

I remember when I was in junior high, I had a friend named Jeff whose dad had the most ridiculously extensive collection of Playboy magazines. I think it dated back to the beginning of the magazine's publication. And they were all stored in everyday moving boxes in his basement. Just sitting there in the open. Hell, they may as well have been labeled with a giant flashing neon sign that read "PORN! PORN! PORN!"

In case you're wondering, yes, we went to Jeff's house a lot.

Do people not care about garage sales anymore? I don't mean the people that shop them, but the people that host them. There was a time when garage sales ran from Thursday through Sunday and went from the morning until well into the evening. The purpose of which, I would assume, would be to cater to as many potential buyers as possible.

Now, however, it seems like they're only held on Friday and Saturday and for a ridiculously short span of hours.

Our across-the-street neighbor, who has hosted four garage sales in his brief two years on the block, is doing another one. According to his signage, it's scheduled only for today from 8 a.m.-4 p.m. and Saturday from 10 a.m.-2 p.m. How does he expect to sell anything when he's basically never open? Clearly he wants to sell or he wouldn't be holding them so regularly. But Friday is shot for anyone working a job with normal hours. And the next day just happens to fall on the busiest day of our largest local festival, Swedish Days, during lunch hours.

Dude, one more day and four more hours per day ain't gonna kill ya. Maybe you'll actually sell enough that you won't have to keep blocking our driveway with customers parking their damn cars.