Someone I know (let's call him Grumpy Gus) woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Jenn & I were talking yard sales & he started to lose his shit, insisting that I wanted to sell all of his stuff. Ummm...no.
In any event, that lead to said screaming match - which in turn lead to us finally cleaning out our spare bedroom. That room has been sitting full of half-unpacked boxes since February when we moved in. I know it's terrible that it got left for so long, but life is like all busy & stuff. So, I just closed the door & pretended it wasn't there, which is how I handle most unpleasant situations...but that's a story for another day.
Anyway, it's not completely done, but we took a huge bite out of the problem & I'll soon be breathing a hefty, satisfying sigh of relief when it is finished.
For now, I'm going to clean up the mess we created by cleaning (say what?!?!?) & get ready for dinner. We're making steaks on the grill. Which, interestingly enough, is a meal I planned for Grumpy Gus because I don't like steak.
Approximately once or twice a year I decide it's a good idea to eat a steak, & I am always reminded why I don't eat it in the first place. Oh well.