Cogito ... Ergo Sum?

I'm thinking about switching out the curtains and comforters between my room and the guest room this weekend. Only thinking about it, mind you. It would entail ladders, laundry, and a lot of work.

I'm also thinking about resuming the quest to cull the herd in my closet. And when I say closet, I mean the two closets and a dressing room where I keep clothes. There are still umpteen garments in those areas that I know I will never wear again. Why do I feel such reluctance to kill them off once and for all? I could reclaim the Holy Grail -- hangers. I could have all that glorious space for ... new clothes.

The same thing needs to be done in the book rooms, where there's way too much flotsam taking up valuable space. Alas, I know that's just a pipe dream (at least for this weekend) because that would entail even more work than Closet Quest.

And while I'm at it, my jewelry boxes also need to be cleaned out. There are junky pieces lurking in them that I haven't worn in twenty years and probably wouldn't be caught dead wearing in the future. Yet, every time I start sorting through them, I find myself stopping to coo over some glittery oddity, thinking how cute it is and how I should really wear that. Sometime. You know what I'm thinking? If I don't buckle down and actually clear my junk out, I'm going to be up the creek in case of sudden accidental death. Somebody would have to go through my stuff and pick out a suitable outfit for the funeral festivities. I can't take the chance of getting buried in a 1980s dress accessorized with tacky jewelry and ugly shoes -- the very stuff I don't want to be caught dead in. The mere thought scares me to death!

You know what else is scary? The fact that Words Gone Wild are multiplying out of control -- so much so that I can't be on the computer five minutes without rounding up a whole herd. Like these, which were rounded up in record time and turned over to Twisted Linguistics for branding and pasturing.

naivety - A manger scene that used rag dolls and teddy bears, thinking no one would notice.

men and wemon - Males who lisp after biting into a sour, yellow citrus fruit.

cival war - Brawl between city alley cats and servals.

no brain in his scull - A floating head with no one at the oars.

south of the boarder - The basement, below the top-floor owner and first-floor renter.

awlful - No vacancy at the work bench where the hole-punch is being used.

notariety - A show in which Notaries Public sing, dance, and tell jokes.

How messy are you?

You Are a Little Messy

You aren't the cleanest person in the world, but you're definitely not a slob. You clean up when you have the time, but you're realistic about what you can get done. Generally, you're pretty organized and tidy - though you may have a few hidden messes. You eventually get around to making things spotless, but you do it on your own schedule!

Are You Messy?