Something I can't stand...a full garbage can!
And worse, is taking the full bag out of the can, tying
it up and leaving it by the kitchen door,
in preparedness to trek it out to the back alley.
It's just a subconscious peeve I have.
I'll let the dust bunnies multiply under the sofa,
and the shedding kitty fur nest in the corners.
I'll even let those spindly cobs webs float down from the
ceiling with grace. (When I notice them shimmering at night when the lights go on).
Yep, I let the bag of garbage sit. It's been about 3 hours now, because
it snowed, and I can't find one of my snow-boots.
So I dug through the closet, and thought, "might as well get rid of that and that and that
while I'm, in the closet."
That took 45 minutes.
And I didn't find the, now lost boot.
What's a phobia about becoming a hoarder, maniac, suppose to do?
That's how it starts isn't it. Not taking the garbage out?
Oh I'll do it later, and then another bag sits beside the first one.
I'll tell ya! Of course I will!
I run in ankle deep snow with just my skippies on.
Well, not run, because then I might slip and fall, hit my head
and no one would know! They're all inside where it's warm and dry.
You know life will stop, til I find that boot!
Just one of those days for cocoa and cinnamon toast.