So my closet shelf fell down a few weeks ago. See the lovely picture above and imagine my delight at that moment when I heard the loud CRASH. I might possibly have had too much weight on it at some point. But I totally had pared it down and there wasn't as much up there. I'm not saying I procrastinate or anything, but I totally just avoided my closet for several weeks. You know, instead of investigating the damage and picking things up. That's what I call stress management, my friends.
Since everything is hanging out on the floor for a while (until I find the motivation to go get the piece that broke from the hardware store and/or sucker my Daddy into fixing it for me), I have been taking the opportunity to identify things I can purge. A couple things I know:
1. I was overdue for cleaning out my financial records. How do I know? Because I had every paper related to financial aid and employment from the time I started in college on. It's been ten years since I graduated from college. More later on how old I feel.
2. I have a holiday decoration buying illness. I blame it on my mother. I think I have four boxes labeled Christmas. For people who have, you know, houses, and a children, and stuff, that's not that much. But I really haven't even gotten around to even getting it out in recent years. Still can't bring myself to get rid of anymore. I've already reduced it by several boxes. That was during my last purging, when I was unemployed.
And then that Little Fluff did the same thing into K's dinner. I think they need some mental health evaluation.
