Too Busy Living likes to give me things that stress me out, make me laugh, or clutter my apartment. Sometimes, the idea backfires on him (as was the case with my trickle Zen fountain, which I still have and use); sometimes, I refuse to take the items with me and they end up getting used by the donor (as was the case with the "Hello Kitty" slippers).
These three books* were donated to the library in my building's laundry room. The family scrapbook was gone by the time my clothes were dry.
These items are still looking for a good home:
* Peter, I removed the pages you inscribed and saved them. I'm not totally heartless.