You Only Need 10% of What You Own!

Until you need the rest! And then you're like, crap! Everything I own is wadded up in Hefty bags in a basement room that smells like wood smoke from the not-up-to-code wood stove down there!

We've been living with a few plates and glasses, one frying pan, one spaghetti pot, and whatever clothes we had in our dressers; the kids play with sticks and rocks outside. But yesterday Jeff had to attend the wedding of an employee, and could not find his suit or the iron. We ripped apart the Hefty bags until we found a suit, and by some miracle I came upon the iron in a box full of those twisty new light bulbs, and Jeff made it to New Bege in the nick of time.

I guess we'd better start unpacking for real. I do wish the boxes of plastic, battery-operated toys would mysteriously disappear.

Comments

[Meredith Knowles]

I like it when the Hefty bags full of battery powered plastic toys come to life, independently, in the middle of the night and start making truck noises, or drum noises, or, my personal favorite, cow noises. Especially when the reason it starts making noise is because the batteries are dying and it sounds like Dying cow noises.