I actually find it therapeutic to give away or dispose of belongings–especially my husband’s belongings.
My fridge is so disorganized. I just discovered I have two 14-ounce containers of mustard. The label says 79 servings. That’s 158 servings of mustard in a home where there are no hot dogs—that I […]
I am NOT a pack rat. Really, I’m not. I have no idea why the two closets in my apartment are bulging so much it takes a Japanese subway pusher to get the doors closed. […]
I don’t have this peculiar, almost pathological hatred of New Year’s resolutions some people have. Maybe that’s because I haven’t made one since 1989, and so haven’t experienced the loathing that comes with breaking them. […]
I will stop tickling the cat when she is not looking. I will at least attempt to go on a diet – for a few days, anyway. I promise to get rid of all the […]
This morning, I woke up to a clogged kitchen sink. I went to get my plunger, but it was nowhere to be found, and I mean nowhere. It’s not like I would have accidentally thrown […]