spf from a woman with the stomach flu

Last week, I decided I needed to lose my mind and give away my bedroom furniture.
This week was going to be spent doing all the fun shopping that people do when they decide to change a room. Seeing that we were wondering if the neighbors would notice if we stole their dog food, buying anything decorative was totally out of the picture.

Since I have no where to put my clothes, I decided to clean out the closet. Again. For the 15th time this month. I keep running across things I packed away. I have more wires, chargers and usb cables than any woman should own. None of which attach to a device that will cause bodily convulsions. Yes, I am that geeky. Among the piles of stuff I have are multiple clay ashtrays, figurines of clay unicorns (?), clumps of clay that look like…well, you know. I can’t get rid of this stuff because my mother, The Fonz, kept all the crap us 5 children made her. All I can hope is that when I move in with Kara that she will take it on herself to make me finally throw away the homemade gifts.

I also have several hundred pictures and poems that sit in a folder in my closet. Ah, you have them too? Good.

What the hell am I sposta do with all this stuff for the next 35 years?

I know, lets take pictures of it and post it on the internet and see who is suffering the most.

SPF: Show me your favoritest ugly creation that was made just for you.

For those of you that don’t have nieces, nephews, children, teenagers…*cough* bitch *cough* and have nothing to post, show me your ass. Yes, you heard me right. Your ass. Pull em down and take a picture for us. Oh wait, you suddenly remember a knick nack or crazy picture a kid drew you. Thaaaats what I though.