Entry hall: Two boxes of laundry detergent. Two shoe boxes. Butter knife. One large pile of dirty laundry which must be stepped over.

Front Room:Ironing board with clothes hangers and clothes on top.

Sofa - pile of blankets

Coffee table: Make up bag. Books. Scrapbooking stuff.

floor of front room: 5 pairs of shoes strewn hither and yon. Photo albums. Photos.

Dining area

Dining table: Stereo, with red blouse tossed casually over it. Assorted lingerie items. Bag of Yukon Gold potatoes. Dress and 3 blouses hung on backs of chairs. Two shopping bags of items to be returned for refund or exchange. Additional scrapbooking stuff.

Kitchen: Large, green plastic trashbag. Filled to the brim...

Bathroom: Not bad, except for cat litter box sorely in need of freshinging.

I mention these things, because yesterday, when I was at work - my former husband came by to pick up his child for the day. He brought his obsessively cleanly bride into my home for the very first time - and that is what she saw...

Oh yeah. I'm living the dream alright...

August 20, 2002

Buh Bye!
October 05, 2008

Be Afraid, People.... Really Afraid
September 01, 2008

One Last Bitchfest for the Road
August 24, 2008

Get the Popcorn Ready
July 17, 2008

I'm a Rich Ho-Bag
June 20, 2008

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