CYDN

As in Crap You Don't Need. 

As in I certainly didn't come up with that.  

This is how Erik, lovingly I'm sure, refers to my favorite places (CYDN Stores) or my outings (hunting for CYDN).  

Even Jack has joined in.  

As in "come on Mom, this is CYDN, I'm not explaining to Dad how I let this happen so let's go."  

Blah blah blah.


Anyway.  Today we took a trip to Amish land.  Amish ville?  Amish country?  Whatever.  We were one with the Amish.  

And guess what?  We found CYDN.  Tons of it.  But it was cool stuff.  

And tons of it.  

Jack was horrified.  Even Erik was into the CYDN.  It was cheap, that's why.  He even agreed to go back next weekend.  This is important.  I need his support.  And the back of his car.  And for him to get the antique desk into the back of his car. 

I love the Amish.

 Poor Jack. Not quite old enough to opt out of the day trips.