A pile of stuffed animals at the front door greeted me as I came downstairs for breakfast.  I have seen one of these rotating stuffed animals on Mom’s bed pillows for years.  “I want you to throw them away,” she instructed.  Okay, Mom, but what’s this all about?  “I’m just tired of them,” she kind of explained.  Apparently, but what happened to make you suddenly want them in the trash?  They’re just old, she reasoned, and she was tired of them and didn’t want them anymore.  She thought they were too dirty to donate to the Deseret Industries (DI) thrift store.  I checked with my sister to see if the stuffed animals had any historical or sentimental value.  Indeed not: Mom had herself purchased them at DI years ago for maybe a dollar each.  Waste Management will pick them up on its Monday morning run.