I am totally overwhelmed by the volume of stuff in my house. I kind of want to abandon all possessions and go live in a cloister or something.

Shameful confession: the sheer amount of crap in our house is why we haven't had you guys over to our house. I feel like a heel admitting that, but...we have a lot of crap, and it's hard to get it out of the house because of the deadly combo of ADD and hoarding tendencies.

tl/dr: If you think I'm gonna stop saying it, you've got another think coming.

I see what you did there.

I made chocolate-covered strawberries for a BBQ today at my old boss's house (incompetent!boss, not Big!Boss; as a matter of fact, in the invitation, incompetent!boss mentioned that Big!Boss and family were not invited, which -- it's his home, man; he can invite whoever he wants). I'm mostly going out of curiosity to see what everyone is up to.

And possibly to geek out with Chatty about comics.

got through 400 yards, 100 of them freestyle, did not drown.

Go meara, woo! I assume you are still running - if you are already done, damn, girl you are fast!

Also go Laura! Sounds like an excellent plan. The idea of an Open House makes me want to hide under the bed.

Have fun, Tep.

And now I'm off to the cemetery.

You know, if I had Mystique's powers I would never have to do laundry. I would probably still have trouble deciding what I want to look like I'm wearing, though.

Forgot to check on -t's race progress when we were out and about yesterday. Cheering you now!!! Strong work!

I'm hungover and am curing myself by sitting in the cool basement watching the kittens kitten it up! They seem to be settling in ok. I need to figure out how to introduce them in the least traumatic way to the dog upstairs!

Hey, -t, I checked my Facebook feed and I never saw your running posts. I want to make your phone cheer!

lisah, would it help to bring them something that smells like the dog?

I think I just made -t's phone cheer!

I hope.

Go -t and meara!

I was so proud of myself. Way back when (like, 2013--and not particularly late 2013, either) I got a pair of jeans that looked awful and felt worse. There was other stuff happening, and I never got around to retuning them, so I used them to start a donation pile. A little later there was a bleach incident, so I started another pile of ruined clothes (the thrift store sells them as rags to paper manufacturers). Those piles have been sitting there for months, growing, and getting in my way. Well, yesterday I cleaned out my closets and dressers, bagged the clothes up and took them to the donation center. Ongoing irritant resolved!

Last night, as I was puttering about, I found the jeans that had started it all on the floor.

I feel like the whole house smells like dog to them probably! But, yes, maybe bringing down one of her blankets is a good step. We've been playing with them and coming up and letting the dog sniff us at least.

Last night, as I was puttering about, I found the jeans that had started it all on the floor.

Oof.

Clearly those jeans are a discard pile seed.

I'm still astounded by the three bags of recycle-quality cloth items I got rid of yesterday, which reclaimed a bunch of floor space. (They were in several boxes/bags, not just a pile on the floor thank goodness.) I mean, I knew I'd accumulated some Stuff, but not that much.

There were a ton of people booing Courtney Love when she went up to the microphone when Nirvana was accepting the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame thing. Seriously, people?

Booing her at the performance is bad manners, no matter how toxic a person she is.