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Wednesday May 19 2010.
But No Partridge In A Pear Tree.

Beth had been bugging me about scanning some old photos, so yesterday I bought one of those all-in-one scanner-fax-copier-printers. No big deal, really, but after setting it up I realized that we now have three printers--all in our little 10x10 den/office. Along with the new printer, we have a small printer that I use strictly for envelopes and also my big honkin' laser printer that I use for my business. Yes, that's right, three printers for two people in one room. We could start our own newspaper if we wanted to.

Which got me to thinking: Despite having just two people in this household, we're a bit overloaded on a few household items.

For example, we like clocks. We definitely like clocks. Not counting the built-in clocks on the microwave, coffee maker, cable boxes, etc., we have 11 clocks in this house. I can hardly walk five feet without not knowing what time it is, whether I want to or not. I think the bathrooms and closets are the only rooms in the house without multiple clocks ticking away.

Speaking of bathrooms, in the linen closet in the downstairs bathroom we have...no, not linen...we have bath shit. Like bubble baths, bath salts, bath lotions, bath soaps and enough lavender-scented bath oils to turn me gay. Apparently, when someone doesn't know what to get us for Christmas or for a birthday, they get us bath shit. There must be at least 50 tubes, bottles, jars and containers jammed in that closet. And do we ever take baths? No, we do not.

And then there's the travel coffee mugs. We have a standing rule in this house that if you bring home a new travel coffee mug, you gotta throw an old one out. When Beth left her old job, she tried to bring home like 47 travel coffee mugs that had been accumulating on her desk. They didn't even make it through the front door.

But the worst has to be the luggage situation. We're luggage-aholics. We keep all of our suitcases underneath the stairs and they barely fit in that space. I just went downstairs to see if I could get an accurate count on our suitcases, but since they're all one inside another like Russian nesting dolls, I can only guess at how many we have. I think we have about 18 full-sized suitcases total. Good thing we travel all the time...

So, I think it's definitely time for some spring cleaning around here.

But first, I'm gonna take a bath. I don't think I have a choice.

 
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