Monday, October 15, 2007

In Which I Reveal That We Are Big, Huge Ginourmous Slobs

First off, this photo:

Essentially an un-retouched photo of what was underneath our queen-sized bed.

You may feel free to gag or think less of me and my family. Yes, all that CRAP really was underneath the bed. And yes, both our carpet and the walls of the master bedroom are that dark green color. The previous owners of our house were kind of funky, to say the least. We don’t know what color the walls will end up, but I assure you, they will NEVER be dark green as long as I live there.

Let’s zoom in, shall we?

“But Jon,” you may ask in a decidedly quizzical way, “I thought you guys were perfect in every way! How could this happen? And how did SO MUCH gunk end up under there?”

OK, truth be told and to be totally honest about the whole scandalous nature of how we live, The Deal Family Compound is fairly reeking with the odor of fetid cheese, moldy tomatoes and some lost and decaying pet that we forgot to feed, but we rarely let junk accumulate quite as badly as you see here. Every now and then (Saturday mornings and Sunday afternoons), we break out the sponges and give the old castle a quick wipe down.

“Wait,” you say with your tone indicating both disbelief and further disgust since I am obviously fomenting a huge fib, “We already know that you are slovenly people. You as much as admitted it last time you did this.”

Well.

Um.

Yeah.

But…

The re-model is beating the WILL TO LIVE from my very soul! Take pity on me!

Because when you are fighting for your very soul, who has time to de-clutter under the bed?

But once the re-model is complete and we move back into our bedroom, we’re are getting some of those cool “under the bed” storage units. And we’ll banish the children from ever coming into our bedroom. Seriously, more than half that junk is their stuff that migrated into our bedroom when we mistakenly let them come in. What always surprises me is how many shoes end up under there. No wonder no one can find a matching pair of shoes every morning around here.

And Reha will somehow get me to tame my horrible magazine addiction.

I think I might start a flickr pool of “what’s underneath your bed?” Simple rules for the pool: You move your bed, and take a snapshot and post for all the world to gawk at, point at you and make fun of you for being slobs.

Jon scribbled this mess on 10/15/07 at 02:20 PM, best we can tell it fits in the category of Photos Regular Post. This many folks had something to say about that, The permanent home of this entry is here: Link

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