a box labelled: Drum, light bulbs, cookie sheet
My unpacking is leading me to many wonderful discoveries. Like:I kept these awful, awful pants?! Why??? I must have had a plan for them. I'll keep them until I figure out what that was.
The closet looks much bigger until I start to put things in it.
Being 5' tall is terribly convenient for quick measuring.
There is only so long I can avoid cleaning the bathroom.
I accidentally took my grandmother's shredder. And now have two.
I accidentally left a bookshelf at my grandmother's house. And now have one.
Many things are not going to match. And they're going to be very near each other.
I can avoid cleaning the bathroom a little bit longer.
posted by Halley @ 11:38 PM
2 Comments:
five feet tall! you're all little.
not that i'm not littler and i should not be so excited about your littleness, but no one is ever littler than me! hence the excitement.
How much you want to bet I'd like the hideous pants. You know about 60% of my wadrobe are other people's castaway "what the hell was I thinking" items. I know you could never possibly believe this...
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