I'm in a rut. I haven't had a date in 3 weeks. I haven't been kissed in a month. I haven't had sex since, God, mid-March.
Complaining ends there though.
In honor of my rut, today was "THROW SHIT OUT DAY". I have a weird habit of keeping the boxes for things I buy for months just in case I need to return them. Which is great and responsible, except, I tend to keep them well after the return policy has expired. Combine that with the need to cleanse my living space in order to cleanse my life, and voila! Throw Shit Out Day is born! Here is an approximate list of things I thew away:
- The leftover cardboard from my elliptical box, which had been semi-cut into strips.
- GPS Box, Wireless Router Box, Humidifier Box, Heating Pad Box, Foam Pillow Box, and Roomba Box
- About 10,000 receipts (which I had to check all of them to make sure my debit card number wasn't on)
- A smashed up, semi-used roll of blue Christmas wrapping paper
- An actual bag of garbage from the kitchen
- 1/3 of a king sized egg crate bed pad (I just cut the one I had when I downgraded to a queen)
- A broken scale (and it's box, see item 2)
- Emotional Baggage...
I'm definitely not a hoarder. But I keep things for a lot longer than I should because "I might be able to use it for something again in the future". Which is a load of bull. My new rule is that if I haven't seen it and used it in the past 3 months, I don't need it and it's going.
Of course, this leads to the bigger problem of realizing I now need to go to Target (The Happiest Place on Earth) for some things such as:
- Razors (for lady land) and Razor Heads for the Intuition (which cannot accurately take care of lady land)
- A new scale
- Tooth-brushing cat treats
- More Garbage Bags
- A Paint Brush
- Tiny nails for the jewelry cabinet I'm re-crafting (see item 5)
Which will ultimately lead to more boxes, receipts, and garbage. See? I can never get ahead.
At the end of the day, I guess it's not a bad thing that I'm in a rut. It could be a lot worse.
Plus Rutt's Hut is on the way to Target. I literally drive past it. Nothing takes a girl out of a rut like a deep fried hot dog, right?
P.S.- The chances of me actually stopping for a R.H. Hot dog are somewhere in between slim and none. I've never actually stopped to have one. But I will go someday. Because the Food Network told me that I should.