Isn't it amazing how 2 little critters can meow their way in to your heart quicker than you can say, "NO MORE KITTENS AND I MEAN IT." Yep, Alice and Jay are suckers. I guess there are worse things in life. So, in between the 2 hour feedings and 1 hour playtime, we are purging this week. Cleaning out the crapola. If it ain't cute, it ain't staying! Boxes and boxes and boxes are flying out the doors. HOW did I accumulate this much STUFF(albeit really cool stuff, totally useless stuff. I seem to have a knack for saving the old matchbook with the cute mexican man in a sombrero, the broken pink flamingo from the broken shell art, and the bluebird that broke off the side of an old planter. I rationalize that ONE day, when I least expect it, I will suddenly have a need for one of these. Ironically, tomorrow after it has gone to the auction, I will NEED a tiny plastic flamingo, a mexican man in a great sombrero, and a itty bitty bluebird.
Que sera sera . Gotta go, I hear Harvey calling me!