Thursday, January 20, 2005
Packing
Has anyone else realized that, unbeknownst to the resident of any given habitat, your items multiply? I know I like to purge and my husband likes to save, but I swear the items themselves are winning the battle. Toys are the worst. I know the movie collection is my own fault and of my own choosing, but I swear that somehow Barbie and the Matchbox cars have learned to mate. And... they don't create more Barbies or cars, no they create balls that have no where to go, string that I'm not sure where it came from, random puzzle pieces that have no puzzle, and little tiny pieces of @$*& that get stuck in your foot or get buried at the bottom of toy bins and have no real purpose in life but to annoy the ever living crap out of you.
Paper, people, paper!! I know there's an old saying about "mating like rabbits" or something to that nature (oh, you get my drift - so be quiet), well paper far out does any bunnies I have seen. I know it's an inanimate object with no reproductive qualities at all, but by God it's a miracle! I have never seen so much paper as during a time of packing. If Homer and I could mate like the paper, I swear he would never complain and have a permanent smile tattooed on his face.
Eight days and counting... I must have all the paper packed in eight days. I must have all the toys packed in eight days. I must have a layout for the new apartment prepared and know where every item will go in eight days. Or by God, I know I will be hung upside down by my toes to have the local puppy dogs lick my face!!! -- This was always a famous threat of my mother's. Love her to death, turning out just like her, but she may be just a little wicked. I was allergic to puppies has a child and this may in fact have caused me harm. Oh well, I tell my children that I'm going to sell them to the gypsies. They will be scarred for life, my job is complete.
Paper, people, paper!! I know there's an old saying about "mating like rabbits" or something to that nature (oh, you get my drift - so be quiet), well paper far out does any bunnies I have seen. I know it's an inanimate object with no reproductive qualities at all, but by God it's a miracle! I have never seen so much paper as during a time of packing. If Homer and I could mate like the paper, I swear he would never complain and have a permanent smile tattooed on his face.
Eight days and counting... I must have all the paper packed in eight days. I must have all the toys packed in eight days. I must have a layout for the new apartment prepared and know where every item will go in eight days. Or by God, I know I will be hung upside down by my toes to have the local puppy dogs lick my face!!! -- This was always a famous threat of my mother's. Love her to death, turning out just like her, but she may be just a little wicked. I was allergic to puppies has a child and this may in fact have caused me harm. Oh well, I tell my children that I'm going to sell them to the gypsies. They will be scarred for life, my job is complete.
