Some of you may find this hard to believe…but I have some purging issues.
(In Kathryn’s head, her readers GASP in utter surprise and disbelief. It would be nice if you took a moment to fulfill my mental image. Thank you in advance for your cooperation.)
When booting up laptop upon arriving home, I was a bit shocked by how cluttered my desktop has become:
Yikes. I mean, they’re neatly spaced and all…(actually I had little to do with that…it’s the default) but…double-yikes. Actually though, this was just the tip of the iceberg.
Gigi? Girlfriend…cover your eyes…I’m afraid you may spontaneously combust:
This past weekend, I dug through no fewer than 500 emails. Then I sorted all my paper items into these handy-dandy shoe boxes, until I tired of it and gave up. And in case you were wondering, this precarious pile of
So close. And yet, kind of ironic…don’t you think??
Okay, Gigi…you can open your eyes.
My latest attempt at purging was to get some of the
I’ve been trying to get a decent photo of the necklace I wear to work every single day. Obviously, this is not it…but I'm giving myself an A for effort…and an A+ for creativity. As you can plainly see, I was extremely busy...
This would be me trying to shop for Connor (14), who would rather have a root canal than be seen in public with his mother…much less actually trying on articles of clothing. This blurry photo actually resulted in an affirmative nod from Connor, as it was fluffy and furry inside. It's like pulling teeth, I tell ya! (Pun intended.)
This would be my Swingline “Jam-Free Guaranteed!” stapler, which I ceremoniously tossed after it jammed for the third freakin' time. The upside is that I tweeted my displeasure with this particular office product, thinking Swingline might honor their “jam-free-guarantee”. They did not. Instead, I received a tweet from their competitor…who then sent me this:
SCORE!! Yes, folks…that’s THREE awesome staplers. It was the major topic of conversation at the office for two days. All you kept hearing was the ***PING!!*** of things being stapled. My boss was the worst offender...putting no less than 20 staples into a Camry brochure 'cause the stapler said it could handle up to 20 pages. And it did.
I was tickled when I realized the theme song to Big Bang was sung by….well, you can read. I sent this photo in a text to Taylor (19) who’s up at college ‘cause…well, I needed to share the joy. He responded with, “I knew that.” I was sufficiently deflated.
Evidently, photographing almost-used-up beauty products only aids in replacing them if one remembers that one needs them whilst one is out. Wow...that was a mouthful. So, it’s great in theory…but I'm still out.
Finally, I thought I’d share one of my most prized possessions. It’s neatly posted right on my wall. As you can see, I’ll be needing to start another Post-it:
I’ve no idea what the “Accent font=lying” means. Suggestions are welcome. I'll admit that I totally know the meaning behind the "boom-chicka-wah-wah" and I'm relatively certain I originally read it on GayGuy/StraightGuy. They crack me up.
Suffice to say, I’m losing my mind...but I seem to have accounted for all of my stuff.