I got nothin'. Actually, I've got a lot of things. Too many things. My house will soon be buried under all the stuff that comes in here. Every time I throw something out, more stuff comes in; especially unidentifiable doodads that my kids find and bring home. Then I find all these little screws, buttons, and doohickeys all over the place, and since I'm not sure where they came from I save them. I mean, what if I throw something away and later discover that it's a really important piece to some essential thing that we can't live without? Hasn't happened so far...but better safe than sorry. Unfortunately, if this ever does happen, we probably won't be around to see it, since we will have been crushed under the weight of all those "important, essential, albeit unidentifiable items".
Okay, that's really just a lame excuse for not writing anything. I really don't have anything today. And we're having a guest over for lunch, so I have to shove all the doohickeys into the nearest closet, and hope it won't explode.
I'll be back. Maybe even with pictures of all the stuff I find when I finally decide to clean out that closet. Whoever helps me figure out what it is gets....
....the satisfaction of figuring it out. Hey, I just spent a fortune on Princess V's communion, what more do you want from me?
Okay, I'm done. Just go over to Scrivel for some unidentifiable, but essential humor.