Honestly, there are days...

[wordinista]

There really, really are days when I wonder how I could possibly have come from my family. Seriously. I feel like the only sane person in the asylum some days.

See, there's this computer chair that George and I bought from Ikea, oh... two years ago? It was a good enough chair -- especially for fifty bucks. But, like all good things from Ikea that are a good bargain, the chair began to fall apart.

So, it goes in the garbage, right?

Apparently not. No, that rule's been changed. Crappy stuff that no one wants or uses now does NOT go in the trash, but is instead brought back inside with a, "Hey, how come you're throwing this out?"

Um, because it's crap?

Of course, that's just me. Maybe not everyone throws away the things that are... what's the word? Oh. Right. Useless. GRR! I actually snuck through the garage throwing things out here and there (blown out Christmas "icicle" lights, for starters), and so help me god, if any of that stuff makes it back into the house with a "Oh, I was saving that for something," I am going to go mental.

On the up-side, the site is up and running. *relieved smile*

Now I have to figure out how to get myself out of the slouch of writing apathy I seem to have fallen into with chapter 39 of OGAM. Maybe this weekend will be better for that sort of thing.

George and I got offered tickets to a charity art auction tomorrow night, which should be interesting... even though neither of us are art connoisseurs. It's a night out. What's more -- it's a night out that involves dressing up. Because as I sit here and think about it, it's occurring to me that I can't remember the last time we dressed up to go out. We went out for our anniversary in August, but that was just out to dinner... and I don't think we really dressed up for that. But, wow. A skirt! O__O A good thing I own a couple of those...

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[tatertott.livejournal.com]

lol...my mom is going through the same thing at her boyfriend's house (his mother lives in the attached apartment next door and is a *major* packrat). this woman actually has a school bus(!!) that is packed full to the brim full of stuff because she can't throw anything away...add into that all of the stuff that is stashed inside the house already and you have yourself a mini-landfill.