Monday, December 29, 2008
Good Riddance, Goodwill
I have cleaned out closets for two solid days. Bag, after bag, after bag of stuff to Goodwill. Little jammies that I thought I couldn't part with? Gone. Kevin's size 36"waist pants? Oh yeah, gone, baby. Formals dating from the early 90's? Gone, along with their dyed to match satin shoes (Oh My Word. Did I wear these???) The bizarre thing at our house is the closets themselves. The closet in our room? All mine. Will's two closets? One for Will and one for well, me. Aaron's closet? The hanging part is for him and the shelf is for, uh, me. The coat closet in the hallway? All Kev's. See, you thought I didn't share. Sure, he dresses in the foyer, but heck, it excites the neighbors.
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2 comments:
Too funny Fig!! And how proud we are of you to admit publicly that you are a closet hog.
Funny stuff Fig. All Kevin needs is a few pair of shorts and tee shirts anyway.
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