My (wee-bit-shy-of) Wordless Wednesday entry:
This is The Pile.
I started cleaning out my bedroom closet yesterday.
I’m pretty sure Jimmy Hoffa is in there.
I’m cold and frightened.
Hold me, Org Junkie.
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One closet?!? And just started?!?
You are a brave woman. With a lot of energy. May the force be with you.
I don’t even want to start on my closet. SKEERT!!!
You are too much, LOL!! Can’t wait to see the results!
Just think of all the things you will be able to donate to Goodwill and then get the tax write-offs! I love cleaning my closet for that reason alone.
It IS poetry month. And this may be my favorite verse yet. Good job; I actually snorted over this one.
I’m a new follower. I think you’re hilarious. Say Hi to Jimmy for me.
Hi Amy! Thanks for stopping by and leaving the great comment! Jimmy sends his love. I’m keeping him.