Inexplicably, there was a plastic ziplock bag with Pokeman child’s knee pads in the breakroom just now, with a note that said “Free For Taking.”

So, I did.

Just went to a local CD Warehouse up here in Roswell.

I handed them 30 CDs we never listen to, or have duplicates of, or triplicates (because Stacey stole CDs from her old roommates). I got back two Lyle Lovett CDs, a DVD of The Iron Giant and $13.

And 20 CDs they didn’t want.

Yay!