Junk Drawer Day!
We all have a junk drawer. Most of the time it’s in the kitchen and it contains all the random crap you don’t know what to do with, but for some reason can’t throw away. If you are anything like me, you just keep shoving stuff in there until one day you try to open it and it jams. Instead of just pulling the whole drawer out and dumping everything in the trash, we go through the futile process of “cleaning it out” and start the junk collecting process again.
Today was my day to spend an hour of my life that I won’t get back, cleaning out my junk drawer. In addition to the random keys, matchbooks and dead pens, I found some bizarro things that made me wonder not only, why do I have that? But why did I keep it in the first place.
First up: A ceiling fan remote from the last place we lived before our current house. 1.) Why did it get moved? 2.) How did it make the cut last time I cleaned out the junk drawer?
Second: Squash seeds. I do not have a green thumb, or a yard, and I don’t like squash. They were a gift from a former student teacher when I was pregnant with Charlie, so the question is not where they came from but rather, why do I have them still?
Third: Six bottles of aromatherapy oils. Aromatherapy is cool and all, but in the seven years we have been together, never has either of us said “You know, I could really use some aromatherapy. Let’s bust out those oils.”
Forth: Commit Lozenges from one of Nick’s failed attempts to quit smoking (he has succeeded since, and has been smoke free for 5 years! – nice work honey). These expired in 2004! What? Gross! How did they make the cut when we moved almost four years ago, and how did they keep getting put back in the drawer since?
Fifth: On first glance, both Nick and I thought this was a Blockbuster card, which is odd enough on its own. On further inspection however, it turns out that it is a laminated Blockbuster receipt. What? Why? I am very confused by this item. Almost confused enough to keep it. Almost.
Sixth (my favorite, because it makes me laugh every time I find it): My I.D. from freshman year in high school. Looking at this made me wonder if it isn’t the kids that are making me stupid, but residual damage from all the hairspray I inhaled to make THAT happen to my hair. Oh boy, I remember thinking I looked so good that day! It made it back into the drawer for another day.
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