Proof that there is hope yet…

Disclaimer:  I have been reluctantly avoiding the blog.  Writer's block and just feeling that ordinary, everyday life is not so exciting to all 2 of you that read this.  I'm late, I'm catching up, please forgive me.  I'm going to choose to ignore the banter in the head and push on.

Over Memorial Day weekend I had a plan.  A plan to go through closets and clean.  Three teenagers all 6 feet tall and still growing and I guarantee (did you hear my slang?) that not much in their closets fit.

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Thank goodness those shorts still fit!  It took us two days, but even their Dad got in on it.  We moved into our house in December 1999/January 2000.  This is the first time he has actually cleaned the entire closet out… COMPLETELY.  Shocker. 

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And you know what?  I could not help myself.  I just kept going.  I did all the laundry, cleaned like a bancheee, cleaned out the linen closet and then I cleaned out my closet.  It didn't even need cleaning out.  I usually keep my closet clean.  Then I cleaned out the bathroom cabinets.  I couldn't help myself.  Then I stopped. 

I think I might need therapy.

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