Multi-purpose vehicle
I’ve always known that I’m a bit of a packrat... but, as it turns out, I'm a bit of a baglady, too.
The monkey bus was going in for an oil change this weekend, so it was a good time to clean out all that had accumulated in there over the last months.
Apparently the bus is useful for so much more than hauling the troop around. It also serves as an oversized closet/toy box/trash can.
The monkey bus was going in for an oil change this weekend, so it was a good time to clean out all that had accumulated in there over the last months.
Apparently the bus is useful for so much more than hauling the troop around. It also serves as an oversized closet/toy box/trash can.
Fortunately for us (if we'd ever gotten stuck in a blizzard, that is), the kids would have been nice and warm in all the jackets they could layer on. No wonder there were never the “right” ones on the hooks at the front door. Apparently, each time a jacket went out to the car, it stayed out. And the next time another one was taken.
I am now aware as to why the bucket of matchbox cars had gotten so empty. That was really puzzling me, as we have a kazillion and three of them. Alas, they were all over the floorboards. Nice and cozy under all those jackets.
The art supply just increased by tenfold. I collected lots of crayons- most appear to have been brought home from restaurants, never making the journey into the house. Some are no longer crayon sticks- it appears as if they got an eensy bit hot in the sun and are now melded together in rainbow wax blobs.
I found lots of gloves and shoes… though no pairs. Each time two were worn out of the house, only one made it back inside. In fact, during the clean-out of socks and gloves, Blessing #3 discovered, as he pulled a leather glove out from under his seat,
"AHHH! MOMA! A BAD GUY'S GLOVE!!"
I am now aware as to why the bucket of matchbox cars had gotten so empty. That was really puzzling me, as we have a kazillion and three of them. Alas, they were all over the floorboards. Nice and cozy under all those jackets.
The art supply just increased by tenfold. I collected lots of crayons- most appear to have been brought home from restaurants, never making the journey into the house. Some are no longer crayon sticks- it appears as if they got an eensy bit hot in the sun and are now melded together in rainbow wax blobs.
I found lots of gloves and shoes… though no pairs. Each time two were worn out of the house, only one made it back inside. In fact, during the clean-out of socks and gloves, Blessing #3 discovered, as he pulled a leather glove out from under his seat,
"AHHH! MOMA! A BAD GUY'S GLOVE!!"
The dark and sinister ol' thing.
It was a pretty random collection of stuff...
hiding between seats, under seats, behind seats.
It was a pretty random collection of stuff...
hiding between seats, under seats, behind seats.
Rocks.
Sticks.
Acorns.
Sunday school papers.
Halloween rings.
Candy wrappers.
Sticks.
Acorns.
Sunday school papers.
Halloween rings.
Candy wrappers.
Hair clips.
Unsharpened pencils.
Those free apartments-for-rent and houses-for-sale magazines.
As I wheeled around the driveway with my laundry basket of booty, at least four grocery sacks dangling from the handle and several more already on the garage floor, I had visions of those women who live out of grocery carts.
Those free apartments-for-rent and houses-for-sale magazines.
As I wheeled around the driveway with my laundry basket of booty, at least four grocery sacks dangling from the handle and several more already on the garage floor, I had visions of those women who live out of grocery carts.
Even if only for one morning, I was a baglady.
by LaughterThoughts | 2:50 PM
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1 Comments:
wow! that was soooome booty! at least you can add that to your long list of occupations (not sure that baglady is an occupation - but maybe for some!!!)
i keep checking in hoping to get a glimpse of that belly that is just soooo stinkin big! ;o)
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