I Have Met the Enemy, and She Is ME
August 20, 2006
So irritable right this minute. Remember those bags of stuff that I mentioned? The undigested drifts of stuff brought home from travels and whatever which are taking over my house? Remember those? I can’t stand them–they’re driving me NUTS. I’m just in the worst mood possible, which means:
Time to clean house!
Time to slap some order onto this chaos, time to sift through the consumables that are threatening to consume me, time to GET IT TOGETHER.
A bad mood is essential in a situation like this. It’s Hefty Bag Without Mercy.
Wish me luck.
PS My reward will be–oh hell, I’ll get no rewards for this. But it would be great to have some sort of fun, so here’s a contest: how many Hefty bags of outgoing junk/magazines/busted toys/ugly shoes/miscellaneous accreted awfulness am I going to end up with? The correct guess wins a Hefty bag of yarn, which I promise will not be ALL crappy. We’ll have a drawing if multiple people guess the right number. Anybody with a really tidy house is not eligible to enter. Must be 4 years old to enter. Leave a comment by Tuesday, August 22, at noon.
PSS I do reserve the right to mail ALL the Hefty bags to the winner.