Tomorrow is our big community-wide yard sale, and a sizeable piece of my afternoon will be dedicated to rummaging about the house in order to find things to sell. The problem with me is that I attach far too much emotional significance to far too many inanimate objects. I think we need to be signed up for some TLC-type de-cluttering show, or at least petition the advice of holy mother Martha Stewart [patron saint of homemakers] who I’m sure would frown on the clutter in the office.
After the yard sale, we’ve been invited to our first-ever-Mexican-wedding, which both thrills and terrifies me at once. I have no idea what I’m going to wear.
Sitting alone, sitting on a pillow
Waiting to climb the walls