This is not my beautiful house

So, we're in moving hell. Really, I shouldn't complain. Not that is has ever stopped me before. Honestly, things have gone pretty smooth with selling our house and building the new one. I just hate moving. Period. Don't want to do it ever again. It's why I love my new house so much. I am sure I will love it so long that I will not want to move until my kids are out of college and I don't want them to find me.

My problem with moving is not really me. It is, of course, my husband. Loving, sweet, caring man but the man cannot throw anything out. I'm not even asking to throw it out. We're having a huge garage sale on Saturday. He can always give it to charity. But see, my in-laws have passed many of their belonging unto us. This makes them "heirlooms." I am not kidding here. The problem with the items that my husband cannot depart with is that he can't tell if they are truly valueable or something my in-laws got with a fill-up on gas.

Case in point - We have very ugly pilsner glasses with red painted rims. Red paint that has been scrubbed, flaked or chipped off. They are this obsured kind of glass. My husband, at first, tried to convince me that they were etched crystal from Germany and had been in the family for ages. Ummm. No. I collect Michael Weems etched crystal. Crystal does not have air bubbles in it. Turns out they were glasses his grandpa bought back in the 50's. They are chipped and totally abused. I would not serve someone a beer in them. No one is going to look at this glass and say, "Eureka!! What a marvel of painted glass!!" I don't ever think he saw his grandpa drink out of these. Ever. I doubt the sentimental connection. We agreed to keep the beer glasses in the cabinets over the ovens where I will never see them. They will be used on the odd chance my father-in-law is in town and wants a beer a his glass.

My beef is not the glasses but that I have to pack up and MOVE this crap. There are things that have been in the back of a closet for 5 years. They are not coming back out. Why? Because the are fugly. Way fugly. And have I mentioned that my in-laws are coming to help move? Most likely to ensure their fugly stuff they gave their son gets displayed somewhere prominent.