Relax. This has nothing to do with bulimia or food poisoning... it was a purge of a different sort.
Although at times I DID feel nauseous. And achy. And tired.
And frankly bewildered that I could keep
Yes, this was a purge of a materialistic kind.
By the numbers, with assistance from Count Von Count:
3! Three weeks.
8! Eight bursting recycling bins.
26! Twenty-six bags and boxes for Goodwill.
38! Thirty-eight bags of garbage!
(Thank you Count. You may now return to your castle on Sesame Street.)
Yes, that's what it took for me to
shovel clean out the disaster area formally known as "The Basement".
After years of procrastination, it's done. I can now walk through my Star Wars collection without hurdling the Easter decorations. I can actually open the dryer door in the laundry room. And no carboard boxes are growing mold or providing low-rental housing for scary spiders.
3! Three Hairy Spiders!
(Count, I thought I told you to leave...)
It's a miracle, I tell ya.
I even got out the paper shredder I bought two years ago (well, I had to FIND it first)... and had a party shredding Very Important Papers such as income tax forms from 1975.
Why the heck I thought I needed to keep every frickin fuel bill, birthday card, receipt and instruction booklet that has ever weaseled it's way into our home, I have not the slightest idea.
Like this Very Important Item from 1982:
So now it's done.
And I can get back to way more important things like blogging, reading blogs and thanking all the nice bloggers for awards I obviously don't deserve.
4! Four Undeserving Awards!!!
(Damn that Count. Now where the hell did I put that wooden stake...)
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