My life is so utterly and completely dull and boring right now, it's kind of funny. I spent the long weekend cleaning, and I had a great time with that. Seriously. I usually do major "throw away everything because I hate lugging it around" purge of my household belongings every time I move, but I haven't moved in four and a half years. And so I had so many piles of crap stuffed into the corners and the closets that it was just insane. The bookshelf in the bedroom broke six months ago and since then, there were piles of books spilling out onto the bedroom floor only to be buried under the laundry that I kept dumping onto the floor instead of into the overflowing hamper.
In short, things were a disaster. And with a wedding shower right around the corner, I knew we needed to find some space. You know, throw away the old crap so there's more room for the new crap. So I spent the weekend ensconced with Kris, throwing away clothes and old projects and other assorted crap. I still have no idea how I threw away 12 giant garbage bags of stuff yet still have an apartment full of stuff, but I did. We also made a few trips to Kris' happy place, the Container Store. And then I spent a bunch of money buying bins and boxes and ways to make my life better through organization. Who knew that happiness comes from having one's shoes individually boxed up in clear plastic shoeboxes and a hall closet with everything sorted into bins? Not me, but let me tell you, coming home is way better now that there's no piles to trip over.
We even went to Ikea. On a Sunday. During a sale. In the middle of the afternoon. Why? Because I lost my damn mind and was so obsessed with finishing the bedroom that I insisted we go there to pick up bedside tables RIGHT THEN. Kevin was twitching by the time we got out the door with our bedstands (and zillions of champagne glasses for the wedding). And I remembered why I usually never go to Ikea unless it's a weeknight. Blech.
The kitchen/dining nook that we turned into an office still need to be reorganized but that can wait until After The Wedding. It's like its own time period, After The Wedding and Before The Wedding. AW and BW. BW is crazy time. AW is organizing time. Speking of the wedding, I was walking around the other morning while I was curling my eyelashes and managed to bump my elbow on the doorframe and pull out a dozen eyelashes all at once. And my first thought was "Wow, I hope they grow back before the wedding!" Not "Ow, mother fucker that hurt!" but "I hope they grow back before the wedding." Do you see now, how crazed I am becoming?
Work is about to be crazy-making too, so I should be ready for that straitjacket right around March. Speaking of work, we have got some crazy ass mother fuckers working as "security guards" in our building in the evenings. The other night, one of my coworkers and I were leaving, and we'd both already taken off our badges and put them away in our purses. We were leaving the damn building, we didn't need our badges on anymore. The batty old guy with the gigantic glasses looked at us and made some cranky comment about us not having them on and then he growled at us.
He growled and then barked. BARKED AT US for not wearing our badges.
We practically ran out of there.
You know, when a barking security guard and a trip to the Container Store are the most interesting things that have happened to a person in the past week, it's time to wrap things up.
In short, things were a disaster. And with a wedding shower right around the corner, I knew we needed to find some space. You know, throw away the old crap so there's more room for the new crap. So I spent the weekend ensconced with Kris, throwing away clothes and old projects and other assorted crap. I still have no idea how I threw away 12 giant garbage bags of stuff yet still have an apartment full of stuff, but I did. We also made a few trips to Kris' happy place, the Container Store. And then I spent a bunch of money buying bins and boxes and ways to make my life better through organization. Who knew that happiness comes from having one's shoes individually boxed up in clear plastic shoeboxes and a hall closet with everything sorted into bins? Not me, but let me tell you, coming home is way better now that there's no piles to trip over.
We even went to Ikea. On a Sunday. During a sale. In the middle of the afternoon. Why? Because I lost my damn mind and was so obsessed with finishing the bedroom that I insisted we go there to pick up bedside tables RIGHT THEN. Kevin was twitching by the time we got out the door with our bedstands (and zillions of champagne glasses for the wedding). And I remembered why I usually never go to Ikea unless it's a weeknight. Blech.
The kitchen/dining nook that we turned into an office still need to be reorganized but that can wait until After The Wedding. It's like its own time period, After The Wedding and Before The Wedding. AW and BW. BW is crazy time. AW is organizing time. Speking of the wedding, I was walking around the other morning while I was curling my eyelashes and managed to bump my elbow on the doorframe and pull out a dozen eyelashes all at once. And my first thought was "Wow, I hope they grow back before the wedding!" Not "Ow, mother fucker that hurt!" but "I hope they grow back before the wedding." Do you see now, how crazed I am becoming?
Work is about to be crazy-making too, so I should be ready for that straitjacket right around March. Speaking of work, we have got some crazy ass mother fuckers working as "security guards" in our building in the evenings. The other night, one of my coworkers and I were leaving, and we'd both already taken off our badges and put them away in our purses. We were leaving the damn building, we didn't need our badges on anymore. The batty old guy with the gigantic glasses looked at us and made some cranky comment about us not having them on and then he growled at us.
He growled and then barked. BARKED AT US for not wearing our badges.
We practically ran out of there.
You know, when a barking security guard and a trip to the Container Store are the most interesting things that have happened to a person in the past week, it's time to wrap things up.
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