A few years back, I wrote a letter to my younger self and included this snippet:
You will eventually buy your first house. You should be prepared to build an addition for all the crap your mother-in-law is going to find for you at yard sales. She’s like a Thrift Sale Terminator and trying to override her primary directive is a pointless endeavor.
To be fair, it’s been awhile since the Thrift Sale Terminator struck, but the carnage remains. If anyone is in the market for an army of stuffed animals or 50 copies of the Pajama Sam computer games, I can hook you up.