A VERY LARGE, old-school Christmas tree dismantled and piled in a Rubbermaid tub, with a tree stand lying crookedly on top...
Kari & Drew's old, rather huge-ish television that used to belong to her Uncle Joe, waiting hopefully for a new home...
A myriad of plastic tubs & apparently-now-hard-to-find apple crates...
Christmas presents bagged up and ready for transport to Kari's...
A blue bouncy seat, and lime-green trampoline, and that Little Tikes picnic table with the crayon scrawling...
My probably-should-have-been-tossed-eons-ago-but-still-works, oscillating fan...
(remember back in, oh, April? when it wasn't too stifling to open our windows??)
(good times they were)
Miscellany of nearly suffocating proportions...
(drama much?)
Undone mending, a shamefully un-vacuumed floor,
and, let's be honest, my unopened-since-Monday Bible.
(sigh)
I won't tell you what my eye spies after I stand up from the sofa. There's no sense in all of us panicking. I need for you to REMAIN CALM so you can, you know, talk me down from my edge of despair.
Ha!
I kid.
Mostly ;)
No comments:
Post a Comment