Is there a more insufferable task in life? Holy sh*t. I'm supposed to care about this crap that's just gonna end up in a f*cking box in this basement next year? She claims I'm supposed to care tho she's known since Day 1 I'm the least artsy f*ck on the planet. Why are women's DNA encoded with the never-ending need to waste $ on JUNK? Turrible, Charles. Here's some $, go buy it yourself and let me watch football. Christ.