Why the need for all of those damn knick knacks?
I dunno, I don't judge, I just clean and organize it. They're oil burners that make the house smell. You should see her mask collection.
My boss is rad and weird. She can walk up to that wall of stuff, all collected from birding the world, and pick up a wood carved figurine and say "We got this on the sixth day of our second trip in Namibia from a little boy carrying a plastic bag and traded two tennis balls for it which are worth more than money there." And I'll be like, "Wow, okay, so where do you want me to put it?" "On the second shelf in the foyer like we do every February, Amie. Geez."
She's got some dumdum making her cards.