Sunday Snapshot

It was time. It was, truthfully, waaaay past time.

Time to tame the wild beast that The Gang

calls "the storage room." Also known as the attic.

Or, to a certain two or three little Gang members,

known largely as a most convenient dumping ground...

Above our garage, behind the older boys' room

lies the roaring monster.

Well, really, the roaring was really only in my head.

But you know the saying:

When Momma ain't happy,

ain't nobody happy.

After a little insulating,

and a loooootta sorting. And sweeping.

And purging. And pleading.

Don't ask. I heard nothing.

I am immune to the pleading.

No matter how cute That Boss is!

Then Momma was happy. Ecstatic really.

The trunk and backseat of the van was filled to

overflowing with items for donation.

Two large garbage bags were carted to the dumpster.

And lots and lots of other items

were posted for sale on our local cr@igslist!

  

Tidy order has been restored to the kingdom.

The roaring monster has been subdued.

Stripped of his powers to clutter

and overwhelm,

the raging beast is no more.

The nasty monster of mess has been vanquished.

And for the hungry dragon tamers?

This sweet offering of thanks.

Eat, drink, and be merry. . .

For next weekend we attack the basement!

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