I’m doing spring cleaning. Like, dusting the ceiling fans, sweeping AND mopping (still love the Febreeze lavender and vanilla scented wet mops), and alphabetizing the DVDs. It was time.
1. Does anybody know of a charity that takes used Labrador fur and makes it into something useful? I have a healthy mix of blonde and black Labrador fur, so it would be fun and practical.
2. Cleaning out the pantry is bittersweet, isn’t it? Because it’s at the back recesses of the pantry that you discover the snack you had a craving for the other night but didn’t think you had, and were too lazy to go get. And then the two cans of artichoke hearts that you forgot you had and went on a crazed 5:00 PM trip to the market to go get so you could finish your casserole. And if you were a better person you would avoid cursing the traffic you sat in, the cashier who was CLEARLY overchallenged in her position, and the fact that artichoke hearts aren’t the cheapest vegetable on the block despite the fact that you love them. And if you’re like me, the cash spent on the extra artichokes could have gone somewhere really fun. (See point #3.) And you also discover BOXES of pasta, each containing not a complete handful of pasta. And of course, they are all different shapes and sizes and as such it’s not possible to throw them all into the pot next time there’s spaghetti on the menu. Because the Pantry Fairy has quite a sense of humor, that gal.
3. Let’s talk about my desk. How does it always get taken over by some kind of paperwork detritus-leaving monster EVERY. SINGLE. DAY? No matter how I try, at the end of the day, it’s usually a precariously constructed post-modern looking leaning tower of paperwork I can’t throw away yet don’t have a clue what to do with yet. Had I not grown attached to the Internet and the Television (OH, THE TELEVISION) and The Magazines and The Vehicle (the bills for which are somewhere in the bowels of Mount Doom), and were I not ethically bound to hold on to client files, I’d just give it a good squirt down with something flammable (olive oil? vodka?) light a match, and take The Boy to The Ranch for the weekend. But, I live in hope that this year, spring cleaning will net me some kind of filing system and a renewed vigor toward keeping a clean desk at the end of each work day.
Anyway-that’s my weekend. Hope yours is going great!