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My grandmother is a pack-rat. My grandfather is a pack-rat. As is my mother. And so am I. My house is an endless treasure trove filled with many things, most of which fill my basement and deter me from ever reaching the washer and dryer. A lot of the things we have I would call junk. There is a giant ceramic cock ... err rooster. And also, one of those ever joyous I-want-to-hang-my-self-from-a-roof-rafter singing fish. Something I did not know we had is something small that I discovered in the china cabinet yesterday. As I pretended to know where each of the recently washed pieces of fine China that my grandmother shleps out every Thansgiving and Christmas goes I saw it in the left-hand corner of the cabinet. It was the head of a Victorian porcelin doll. No body. Just a head.
I spent roughly one hundred dollars yesterday buying clothes at two different consignment shops. Every year around this time I become fanatical about suit jackets. I usually end up with a herd of around ten of them; five of which I will wear, two of them being too big to wear and the rest being ones that are just nice to look at. I found the one that will let me die very, very, happy ... or very, very gay. A nice solid-burgundy colored suit jacked with double lining in the arms. Oh the parents of that young Yogoslavian child must have been really proud of her for making it.
This, of course, means I'll be getting rid of a lot of clothes. If you've ever seen a shirt of mine, and thought, 'That color ... that fabric. I would love to have that. I bet my cat would love to sleep on it' then just ask because odds are I may be getting rid of it.
I was awarded a '10' by my cat after having fallen down the steps yesterday. There are three of them. A one year-old child could accomplish that much without falling and they can't even count that high.
I spent roughly one hundred dollars yesterday buying clothes at two different consignment shops. Every year around this time I become fanatical about suit jackets. I usually end up with a herd of around ten of them; five of which I will wear, two of them being too big to wear and the rest being ones that are just nice to look at. I found the one that will let me die very, very, happy ... or very, very gay. A nice solid-burgundy colored suit jacked with double lining in the arms. Oh the parents of that young Yogoslavian child must have been really proud of her for making it.
This, of course, means I'll be getting rid of a lot of clothes. If you've ever seen a shirt of mine, and thought, 'That color ... that fabric. I would love to have that. I bet my cat would love to sleep on it' then just ask because odds are I may be getting rid of it.
I was awarded a '10' by my cat after having fallen down the steps yesterday. There are three of them. A one year-old child could accomplish that much without falling and they can't even count that high.