A few years ago, I got a really good deal on some Legos. When I say ‘some Legos’ that’s a ridiculous understatement. I’m talking like at least 50+ lbs. of Legos. I was visiting family in Texas and was shopping around for a train table for Froggy, who was at the time a HUGE Thomas the Tank fan. While at the Goodwill store, I found a nice train table for $35. I was discussing the purchase with my Mom when a lady walked up & asked if I was going to buy it. I voiced that I was seriously considering it, and she said she had one for sale at her house and that she’d throw in massive amounts of Legos, some Lincoln Logs, and some wooden train tracks for $65.00. I jumped at the deal and we headed over to her house. I broke the news to Big Puppy that I was bringing home more crap then I left with…again. He was cool with it. Okay, skip ahead to now…Froggy rarely plays with trains, and has now moved on to the Legos. I attempt to build him the pirate he requested, but can’t locate some of the pieces I need. So I go on a Lego organizing rampage…which has lasted for 2 days now…and I still haven’t found the elusive pieces I need…and I’m still not finished organizing because someone keeps building things with my organized pieces rather than the bazillion unorganized ones…and I feel like I’m in Lego hell.