Musgo

I have fond memories of a night in the Mills household called Musgo. At the time I just remember thinking how fun it was but now that I look back , it probably had some root in financial issues but regardless. It left fond memories and I didn't remember them until just now. My mom would take everything (that wasn't growing hair) out of the fridge, re-heat it and call it Musgo, translated means everything in the fridge MUST GO. I think I'm ready to have an emotional, mental Musgo. You know, place all the CRAP in my heart and head out on the table and just sift through it. If at some point it was a good meal, well then it will hold up better and might be worth keeping for a little longer but the other things. the things that were my favorite to hold onto, those sob stories, well... I think they can go, I think they MUST GO. Tonight I'm having Musgo.