Saturday, November 7, 2009

No that trash bag most assuredly was not empty when you turned around...

Q: What is the most frustrating thing you can do to a chick who is on a cleaning binge?

A: Make her clean out her deceased Grandmama's house.

Well, actually, that's not entirely true. The cleaning itself, not a problem...actually it was a glorious triumph. So much junk that I could just throw out! So much! So exciting!

The problem arose once it became painfully obvious that Dahling was going to make getting rid of anything a battle to the death (which is fairly ironic, considering that is how we got in the situation in the first place). I am all for the idea that one person's unneeded possessions can be donated to help others, but we only have 2 weeks to get the house entirely empty and I will be out of town next weekend so time and hands are limited.

So the game changed a little, to become "how much useless junk can i get in the garbage bag while Dahling is focused elsewhere?". I'm not going to say the answer is "A lot.", but the answer is "A lot".

And now, I present you with a partial (and i do mean partial) list of things that we uncovered that Dahling thought we might need to keep:

• 27 pairs of used knee highs (owned by a woman with chronic foot issues)
• Box of potatoes that expired before I graduated High School
• 1948 Almanac
• Hangers...oh God the hangers. (NO MORE WITE HANGERS!)
• Plastic Mufasa figurine out of a Happy Meal
• One high heel whose partner was no where to be found.
and my personal favorite...
• Stack of photos of folks that no one still alive can identify...we checked.(Cause really, isn't that like keeping the filler pictures that come with the frame?)


...me thinks its time for a G. d. intervention.

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