I mean, how much respect does "mei ACHOO can yo-ACHOO you go KERCHOO pack the at- ACHOO tic KER what the KERCHOO hell" command?
Anyway, I remember I was watching some show that the mum says "ok, honey, can you and the kids pack the garage?" and the dad tells the kids "ok, so we just need to move things around till it looks like it has been packed" I think this was my philosophy for many years, and i think it still is. But this time, I told myself, comeon Ruth lets try to get rid of some of all this crap, I mean, why do you keep it?
Yes, of course, sentimental value. Thats why there is an attic-ful of my old toys and clothes which I will never dream of using again. The former is often broken up and the latter involves even less cloth than a costume I remember from rather recent times (yes mei?).
But hell, its covered in bloody dust and I cannot wallow in sentimental nostalgia and wipe a tear from my eye as I look upon my barbie deli house if I'm sneezing so badly that I cause a typhoon within the deli house.
So I make two labels "keep" and "throw", then for every sneeze that I have I toss one thing into the throw pile. Ok, actually that was an exaggeration, I'm about 200 things behind now. Then when me and my sister look upon the throw pile we go "awww thats the little barbie deli house we used to fight over! Let's keep it!" or "awww thats the white tiger doll (that is now dark grey btw) that we used to cuddle, let's keep it" and so on and so forth.
Then you find that almost everything in "throw" has moved to "keep" and you are packing it all away together will all its dustbunnies in frustration. But of course, one can comfort yourself that there could be use in these things. I mean, if my sister ever has children that break the world record for premature births and come out about 15cm tall, she can have tea with my barbie in the deli house! What an exciting prospect. Yes, lets keep the house, its very likely we will need it in the future.
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