Happy Hoarder Day # 47 April 2, 2015
A journey into cleaning up a big pile of..... hoard
Yet another tragedy - three slices of pizza in the garbage - tiny signs of molding (they were in the fridge for several weeks) forced me to ask my son (I couldn't do this all by myself!)
He did the horrid deed himself, shaking his head at me.
I had already cleaned out so much, I was tired. And I had to play poker with my horse. You don't believe I had to play poker with my horse? Okay, I don't have a horse, but that's irrelevant - when it comes to excuses, one's just as good as another.
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A journey into cleaning up a big pile of..... hoard
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Yet another tragedy - three slices of pizza in the garbage - tiny signs of molding (they were in the fridge for several weeks) forced me to ask my son (I couldn't do this all by myself!)
He did the horrid deed himself, shaking his head at me.
I had already cleaned out so much, I was tired. And I had to play poker with my horse. You don't believe I had to play poker with my horse? Okay, I don't have a horse, but that's irrelevant - when it comes to excuses, one's just as good as another.
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Janet S. Tiger 858-736-6315
JanetSTigerMonologueMania.blogspot.com
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8
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