the house is a mess. a huge, deep, quick-sand like mess that i find frustrating but i have the overwhelming urge to sit here and not clean. it isn't that it is just dirty, it is that there is crap everywhere. if i step on one more thomas the tank engine train (i refused to garage sale them- they are f'in expensive), i'm going to pick it up and chuck it through the closest window. then i'll be upset that the window is broken.

the house is such a mess because we just had a garage sale. scratch that- the house is a mess because i've been going through every cabinet and closet in the house and pulling out stuff we don't need and putting crap out for the garage sale. now, the carpet is strewn with the chosen crap i decided to keep but still have no idea where it should go. we have a noted lack of closets in our house and no garage (oh split levels, i curse the architect who designed you). plus, we have a five year old with every damn hot wheels and train toy in existence. and too many clothes.

is it too late to become a minimalist?

this is a scene from our garage sale. patrick, the kid down the street, helped us all day. we gave him mini-me in return. mini-me was pimpin' on the back of his bike.