I swear I just cleaned the garage. No, really, I did. Okay, it was maybe 10 years ago. But I *did* clean it. So how is it that it looks like THIS?
Pretty frickin’ scary, isn’t it?
I long for the days when I could stuff everything I owned into my VW Beetle. It seems like no matter how much I toss, there’s more that rises, like the monster in the horror flick that never dies.
Dumpster delivered yesterday, filled today. 100 or so boxes ready for shredding service tomorrow.
As for me? Let’s just say I’d rather be stretched on a rack than be as sore as I am right now.
Did I mention that I’m about half-done with it? And leaving Thursday for Arizona? Yep, nothing like leaving things to the last minute.





