Instead of writing, I’m writing a blog post about cleaning out the closet in my office.
First thing, the closet is filled with empty containers. No wonder I don’t have room for anything in here. I next encountered three alarm clocks still in boxes, funny since I’m always late.
Just found my Gramms’ old photo album perfect distraction. I can flip through these for a while. Ah, my eyes! There’s a picture of my Gramms in her industrial brassiere and a man’s tie around her neck drinking whiskey from the bottle. No, it wasn’t taken yesterday, she looks about twenty. I see what Gramps was attracted to, but I wonder who’s taking the pciture?
Four beanie babies I’ll set those aside for the kidlings.
Cloth grocery bags I never take to the grocery store. Perfect for storing the twenty plus empty containers.
Something in a box from IKEA called Rationell. Don’t know what it is. The only picture on the box is of a man throwing away trash. Those Swedes are so neat. Opened it. Put it together. Still don’t know what it is. I’m using it to hold notebooks on my desk.
Lots of trash, extra wrapping paper. Huge matted balls of cables for who knows what. Pictures that were never hung.
Oh dang it, Blind Dog made off with one of the beanie babies. Think it was a grey dog. Too late, Blind Dog’s chewed the nose off.
My apologies to Blockbuster. Apparently you didn’t lose that movie several years ago. My bad.
That’s about it. Wait somethings in the very back. Okay, no clue how this got back there. Tucked in the very back behind the vacuum and several large pictures is a lasso, a green lasso. I have absolutely no idea where that could have come from.
Check your closets. If you find a stray cowboy, send him round for his lasso.
