I am blessed to live in a wee small apartment. Blessed because I only have so much room to put things. If I had more space I would have more stuff because that's just my nature. But every so often I'll catch a few minutes of that show Hoarders and suddenly I'll get it into my head that I need to throw everything I own into the trash because I CANNOT END UP LIKE THAT!
(Side note: have you seen Animal Hoarders. KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS!! And also EGADS! I actually can't watch it. Because I already think that cats will eat my face when I sleep. So I start to hyperventilate when I see the title, "Person living with 42 cats.")
So tonight I attacked the upper quadrant of my closet and I got rid of so much stuff. I love to look at something and decide that I don't need it anymore. Let freedom ring!
But here's a brief list of things that I found that survived the purge.
1.) My Best of Dolly Parton CD, which I am listening to right this very minute. I contest that Jolene is one of the greatest songs ever written. And not just because it's fun to sing along to but because I like to imagine that if Jolene did actually try to take Dolly's man and they got into a scuffle over it that Dolly would be the hands-down winner. I'm sure even Jolene is smart enough to know you don't mess with a woman with hair like that.
2.) My sophomore yearbook. Speaking of hair, what were we thinking? Oh, the hours we spent on our bangs.
3.) This picture of me and Amanda in front of a giant chicken.
I will report that there is a very similar picture of the two of us wearing those glasses on the Grassy Knoll. In fact, there are dozens of pictures of us in those glasses all over the greater Dallas/Fort Worth area. It was a trip that involved, among other things, the attempted theft of a fallen highway sign, Gina threatening to punch a tollbooth lady in the face, and the Greatest Meal of My Life. It was a pretty great weekend. And just so you know, if I'm given the opportunity to wear funny glasses and take a picture in front of a giant chicken, I'll do it every single time.
Tomorrow I tackle the lower quadrant of the closet and, if I survive that, under my bed. Oh the treasures that await.