Trying Not To Be Completely Insensitive...

The boys things arrived the other day from their father's house.  I knew if I waited long enough and made no contact with the family eventually she'd get sick of having it at her house and drop it off.  And, I love being right.  She showed up with the items while I was working and proceeded to unload a giant bag full of stuff along with a ginormous box whilst Tony watched from the doorway. 

"See?  boys, remember this... and these shirts are so you can sleep in them... and then you can get your hair cut with the same clippers that your Dad used to use..."

She started to go on, and Tony stepped in to remind her that I'd go through it all later with them when I got home.  And I did, once the box and bag got a thorough airing out, since smoking two packs a day can make anything smell horrendous. Now, their father has been homeless several times, and the boys possessions have been dumped on my doorstep on at least 3 other occasions.  Along with their things, I have also ended up with quite a bit of his things we had no need for, and then later had to get rid of. I was under no delusions that the boys would have much at their Dad's house.  He only saw them for limited amounts of time, and mostly at his girl friend's home.  But, I was specific in that they were only to get their things, and possibly a few hats to remember him by, as they have their memories and that was all they needed.  Not the stuff.

So, when I opened the rather large box, I was not surprised to find things like the X-box, helicopers, and Youngest's homemade tomahawk.  And, yet I was still surprised to find things amongst the treasures that the family thought was theirs and hugely important to them.

I give you exhibit A...

Kponk.  Okay I get this, as it's marketed for kids, but it's basically beer pong. Along with six cups from 7/11.

The lid from a bucket of soldiers.  No soldiers, mind you, just the lid.

His clippers.  Now let me just say, I have two pairs of clippers that I will use for emergency haircuts.  But truthfully, it is rare that I use the clippers on the boys anymore.  And, I feel the need to mention here that their father was bald, so I have no idea where he used these clippers and won't be putting them any where near the boys heads. Thankyouverymuch.

There were also two bright orange shirts that, while I think unnecessary, the comfort idea behind them was sort of nice.  I had planned to wash them up and tuck them away in case the boys ever did want them.  Until I noticed they were covered in a mold like substance. Good times.  There were also 6 flashlights, none of them working.

Then there was his selections of kid friendly movies.  Admittedly, when I saw Choke, I actually thought they had packed up his porn for me. *sigh*  Ironically, the only kid friendly movie he had was Scooby Doo and The Witch's Ghost, which was mine.  I was wondering where that had gone off to. Lest not forget the rap Cd's with the rating of 17+ and the install disk for Black Magic car tinting.  The man did not even have a license, let alone a car.

And then there was this...

The head. 

She made a big deal out of it apparently, but when I asked the boys about it, they said that it wasn't even their father's.  It was the roommates head, and they have no idea why it came here.

Lord help me.

Laugh with me people.

It's a frickin' head.