
I finally got the Christmas boxes put away today. I hate going down to the storage unit area. It is in the basement and the light in my row is burned out. It creeps me out a bit. The whole time I was down there I kept hearing things and it would scare me a little. I'm just a big old wuss, I know. As I went through the storage unit, one thing became abundently clear. I collect empty boxes. About half my storage space is full of empty boxes. I think it is a carry over from when I was in college and had to move every year. I just hold on to them in case I want to move again. Finding good moving boxes is hard.
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But did you find your Othello board? Because I still haven't found mine.
Sampson, a good, strong name. Just don't cut off his ponytail.
Ugh...
I still need to take down my Christmas cards and put away the boxes of decorations.
I still haven't decided when I'm going to scrape off the holiday drawings and cheery phrases I spray painted on the windows [ya know - that snowy spray]. On the one hand, it's getting dated. On the other hand, Memorial Day counts as "Happy Holidays", too :)
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