I'm not sure I would want to be handed naked pictures of myself at a funeral home. Even if they're on a disc... it would depend on what kind of relationship I had with the person who was giving them to me.

I'm not sure I would want to be handed naked pictures of myself at a funeral home. Even if they're on a disc... it would depend on what kind of relationship I had with the person who was giving them to me.

Yeah, that's why I was joking. I'm not actually that much of an inappropriate tacky bitch.

Related to ADD/ADHD: Old Spice Meets ADHD. Seriously, it is fucking HILARIOUS.

Sometimes my irony detector is faulty. Sorry. And now I've misused irony. gads.

I maintain there's a time limit on how long random objects retain their discrete object-hood when resting on a horizontal surface. That limit's expiration results in the object becoming part of the horizontal surface and no longer visible as a separate object.

That is probably the truest thing I have ever read

Like that time I overlooked the porno mag on the toilet tank when I cleaned up before my dad came over.

This is where I pimp for writing cred references for freelance work....

(Only kinda joking...)

I am very guilty of objects blending with surface they are on. I know where to look for said object, but it might be several layers deep. Since my move to TX, I am a lot better. Mom is 100x worse than me. When I was at my worst.

When in purge mode, I follow the maxim "when in doubt, throw it out"! Trying to teach mom that.

My father has a system. It involves shifting of piles. If he hasn't used it in awhile, it goes to the attic. If it's been in the attic for awhile, it goes to the curb. I can't recall if the period is one year or two. Or maybe one year to the actic, two years in the attic, then to the curb. Either way, a plan.

Books I save. It took a lot of pondering to chuck the magazines. Moving helps. Is it worth $1/lb? No?chuck it.

Hee. This conversation is apropos as I am posting in taking a break between cleaning all the things. Guests on Sunday. Seems to be the only time I can be arsed to deep clean. But it's also a beautiful rainy day, so we have the windows all flung open and airing the house out and it's just great.

Oh, desert rain... I am envious. It's the most amazing smell.

Grrr.

Last month, my sister's phone was stolen. So I sent her a check to buy a new phone, but by the time she got it, my parents had already bought her a new phone for less than what I had sent her. She was so happy she had gotten mail from me that she didn't care about the check. She wasn't even going to cash it; she was just going to keep it in a scrapbook or something as a memento of brotherly love.

Since she had no intention of cashing it, I incorporated that money back into my budget and spent it accordingly.

A few days ago my mom cashed the check against my sister's wishes.

My mother, ladies and gentlemen.