(Or legitimately unable to stand, in which case please give me a moment to remove the foot from my mouth.)
Git on up and cheer for me, I’ll be here today: Laugh Out Loud
I know, right? Someone actually let me guest post! Alert the infirmary there’s a patient on the loose!
Which is just as well since I got no time to
write blog and need to attend to some pressing matters instead (read: housework.)
Mama (still me) likes to avoid her housework at all costs. So lately I’ve just been stacking things all over the house in smallish, mediumish and largish piles. The piles appear to be unionizing and I heard whisperings of revolt. It makes me nervous…
Can’t write. Piles will eat me.
Can’t cook. Piles will eat me.
Can’t sleep. Piles will eat me.
It’s time to get rid of some piles/stuff/clutter/crap/tchotchkes (spellcheck tried to correct that to CROTCHLESS, awesome!)
We simply cannot live this way anymore. We have too much. We need to give it all away, far away (or sell it on Ebay.)
Except for this, this we are keeping…