Worked myself right into an asthma attack

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Brother Gatling Gun of Triumphant Tranquility and Sister Broadsword of Reasoned Discussion have made inroads into the Land of the Unbeliever.

When Chris left for the Army, he didn't clean his room. We had ignored this, and stuffed a spare air conditioner into it.
Tonight, I got an emergency call, asking for housing for a lady and preschooler escaping abuse.
So, we had to clean it.

Talley (at 90% done)
Three bags of aluminum cans (and a good start on a 4th)
Two bags of trash and most of third.
One dead TV curbed
Two baskets of laundry
The missing phone charger block
The bookshelf made into one shelf as opposed to two side by side.
A BUNCH of game disks
12 DVD movies
Our entire hardbound Lord of the Rings set, including an Annotated Hobbit
Enough pens and pencils to stock a stationery store
Three condom wrappers and 2 condoms, one bright red
a LOT of broken crayons (hello etsy shop)
A saucer, four cups and two knives

We put away his FOURTEEN neckties, his suit and his good shoes.

Brother Gatling Gun made me sit and handed me the inhaler. About to have a Mt Dew because caffeine is a bronchial dilator.
Say'oH QaQ!
(Clean is Good)