Help! I've got rocks!

My husband and I have reached the critical point in the battle of hoarder/opposite-of-hoarder personalities. As his baby steps are bringing us closer and closer to a finished basement, the shit-sprawl is becoming more and more apparent. Said shit will eventually be confined to a very small unfinished room behind the downstairs spare room, and clearly, this little square will not contain the avalanche. So I've started to chuck and label-for-Goodwill and donate to friends (sorry friends!) all that I deem superfluous. But then the crap seems to be crawling from their designated piles back into my life. Is there a reason to keep an appraisal done on our house when we've had two done in the meantime? Is there a reason to keep two streaky black and white printers that are out of ink? And fer real, yo - is there a reason to keep any VHS movie with any actor by the name of Corey (except Goonies)? These items will have to be secreted away in the dead of night. Or during the 9 hours when Jim's at work. That's probably enough time.

And there's evidence that the hoarder in him runs strong in his daughter as well. This morning I noticed the following scattered in unobtrusive corners around the house: