I wuz tempted to do "Voyeur" fer Mute Monday's "V". I wuz gonna show ya mah stuff. Uh-huh...give y'all a peek--into mah closet, drawers, hidey-holes.
It ain't that I got so much in mah stocking. It ain't that I haunt the malls lookin' fer bargains that wind up smushed in the back of the closets, tags still danglin'.
Naw. It's jes' that I never throws out what needs to go--that icky geeky Christmas sweater from 1981 an the lime green Bollos that look like Hobbit shoes. The fifteenth set of bookends--I got some shaped like big bows--no kiddidn'! WE have Uncle's great-granmama's button can. Ole dawg collars fer dawgs long gone but sorely missed.
Mah junk done outworn its welcome an' I is finally ready to PURGE. Out it must go! The new year cometh. The old junk goeth.
What about you? Got junk? Funky weird stuff thar's no need to let the moths grow fat on?
I'se wonderin' iffin' y'all wanna have a cyber garage sale next week, Tuesday-Wednesday? Post on yore blog descriptions and /or photos of yore grossest, silliest, weirdest ole stuff, an' let's see who gits the award fer worst junk item!
C'mon! ADMIT yore pack-rattiness, face it wif' courage! Think of the new space youse gonna make!
It can be clothes, mementos, old tools, furniture, Aunt Winnie's fan collection, whatever---heck somebody might even wanna paypal ya fer a piece of yore junk.
Invite yore blog neighbors an' friends.
(mangy dawgs and shrewish wives not legitmate junk fare.)