I am wallowing in a sea of crap. And the sad thing is its all my crap. Hubby hasn't added his crap yet with the exceptions of a couple of things here and there. (But I got the panther lamp!!!) All the little glass eyeballs follow me into the kitchen and then back across the dining area. It very un-nerving. The Halloween crap is an entity of its own. The stuffies, dolls, ornaments and what ever else is staring out from underneath layers of other crap is making me avoid the down stairs.
Artist used to do this all the time! I haven't a clue how she did it. There isn't enough coffee in the house to get me through this mess.
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Learn to love your crap; be at one with your crap.........and then have a garage sale!
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