Stuff

I would like to issue an enormous apology to the earth and to anyone who cares about the earth. I am so sorry about the garbage. Since moving, Jared and I have gotten rid of so much....well, stuff. It's that word again. Stuff. I still can't figure out where it comes from and I don't know where to put it besides the garbage can. I mean, really. Bags of trash full of paint cans, old socks missing a partner, undies that have been drug along the street corners of Birmingham, empty cleaning equipment, paper towels, you name it, it's in my trash and I am so sorry. I didn't mean to. It just happened.

Back to that last paragraph of the last post. The one where I talked about taking a break because I was throwing too many clothes away. Well, I decided that I need to seek a middle ground somewhere because today I came across a shirt from the eighth grade. Yes, you heard me correctly. The eighth grade. Somewhere between anorexia and bulimia, somewhere between size -4 and size 12, this shirt has hung around. Stubbornly. I always loved that shirt and I would show it to you except for the fact that the charger is still missing and my mother is starting to be convinced that I either a. didn't buy a house b. am hiding something c. am just reverting to a teenager and being mean for the heck of it. The shirt finally made it to the Goodwill box. The only other place I can figure out where to put "stuff" besides the garbage can when that started to overflow.

I am "off" work today although Jared always says I work harder on my days off than I do when I'm actually working. It's probably true. No, most definitely true. Today, I got a new driver's license and therefore, a new driver's license picture. I am definitely looking at the wrong spot and have a strained neck shot. Plus, I had just embarrassed myself. The nice lady asked me to read over the oath laid out on the counter. I started reading aloud, "I solemnly swear that all the information is true" (I was very serious about this whole thing especially because I caught a glimpse of the word "felony") when the nice lady said that I didn't have to read it aloud to the whole room. I could just read it over to myself. Oh. Gotcha. After that, I went to two doctor's appointment, the bank, the gas station, and to the old apartment to move more stuff. I am about to head out to the hair salon for a much needed appointment. Just a lazy day eating bonbons on the couch!