I am sure that at least one of my handful of readers noticed that I missed the friday post last week. I apologize if your week was a little less sunny than the week before.
Oh, don't roll your eyes.....I am only kidding.
I thought that I could write this post on Thursday but as you can see, that didn't happen. When I woke up this morning and was getting ready for work, I looked around my bedroom and thought...THIS IS MY FRIDAY POST!!
Here we go.
Every morning as I rise from my slumber I am greeted by certain things that make me...ummmm.....laugh and think that I am going to deal with that when I get home. As I am speaking out loud about these things, you can tell that I have not actually resolved the laughable areas that I awake to as of yet, but I am aiming in that direction.
First, as I open my eyes and rise to sit on the edge of the bed, I see the bag of clothes collected from myself and other members of my household that needs to be taken to be donated. Yea, it has been there for a while but I really do plan on donating it. This weekend might work.
This pile of clothes has only been in this spot since Monday. That was the day that I had every intention of washing the clothes but somehow ran out of time. What do ya think? Maybe tonight?
If I happen to look to the right as I get out of bed, I will suddenly want to grab a movie and fire a slingshot pig at someone. See that tie dye looking thing down there? That is a pair of white jeans that I have been working on decorating in a tie dye fashion, using sharpie markers and 91% isoprophyl alcohol. They are really cool but alas, not complete. I am just starting to see that I have some really weird combinations of "stuff". A lone sock, a sling shot stuffed pig, a box of envelopes, a dot-to-dot book, VHS tapes, and a hanger. Who can analyze that and tell me something about myself?
My dresser is an interesting collection of things that, now as I look at them, might say really weird things about me too. Let's examine the top of the dresser. First there are Bob Books, Where's Waldo, a college level anatomy and physiology text book, dog nail clippers, an animated minion doll, a wooden winnie the pooh pull toy and hair products. Hahahahahahaha! OK, maybe I should stop trying to analyse this photo before I come to a conclusion that I am not willing to face.
Don't get me wrong, I do have areas of my bedroom that are organized and not filled with strange and creepy oddities. Look at my closet! It just looks like a closet.
Clothes hung on hangers, pants and extra office supplies in their respective cubes and shoes in their little shoe condo. Pretty normal I would say. Oh Crap!
Yea, OK! I have a creepy clown painted on blue velvet that looks out over the holiday canisters in my closet. I really thought that I was doing better in the closet. I guess I should be happy that the obvious weirdness is at least consistent throughout my everyday existence. Right?
OK, now I have to do my laundry, donate clothes and turn that clown picture around!
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