than playing with a cardboard box?
Not according to Troy.12 comments »
Zoe is a straight up collector. I don’t want to call her a ‘pack rat’ because I’m not into labels. Open any drawer in her room and you will see various scraps of paper, broken toys, junk mail, pen lids, shoelaces, my old make-up, diaper pins, broken crayons to back up my claim. You might be thinking, “Well, maybe you should clean house more often” and I’m here to tell, you I TRY. I really do. If I attempt to empty that crap out, Zoe is on the scene arguing her case about each item like a defense lawyer. I feel she comes by her collection tendencies naturally and when I say naturally, I mean from my mother. My mother is also a collector. Come over and take a look at my garage, the downstairs where my mother lives and also the basement of the house she still owns. That woman loves stuff. If you are coming over, bring something strong for us to drink because looking at that mess gives me anxiety and you will probably be here for awhile.
This morning I packed Zoe’s lunch and went to toss it into her back pack. I picked up her back pack and realized it weighed a ton. And was rattling.
I emptied it out and let’s review. Zoe’s notes regarding each item are in purple.
Let me just point out that if I get pulled over with a spoon, a ball of foil and a lighter in my purse, it is safe to say I would probably go to j-a-i-l or at least get my car searched. I told her if she did go to driving school and learned to drive she needed to get a job. I saw her eyes light up and I know she was thinking of all the crap she could buy. Or at least the amazing stuff she could find on the floor of her work.32 comments »