Straight to the bin, baby.

"Lose It!"
* one inflatable balance ball -- it's supposed to live in the basement, but Bub brings upstairs all the time and nothing good comes of that. Today, he deflated it, and I thought, "This thing is so gone." But I didn't actually toss it and thus, after nap, Bub began throwing a large piece of limp plastic around.

* one music table -- the table has been parted from its accompanying drumsticks for months now, so noise is not an issue. But damn it, the thing is large and cumbersome and I don't need it in my life. I've thrice tried to get rid of it, but it's been rescued from the giveaway pile by Bub and by our cleaning lady.

Guess where I'm heading folks? Straight to the bins in the alley. I'll have an item in each hand.

In other news, I've got lots more stuff I've unloaded or am planning to lose soon. I'm still alive and so is the project. So there.