As one prepares for a trans-state move, one realizes that everything must go, pretty much at once. Which means, one eventually gets to the dregs of an area as one clears and packs. The dregs– the stuff that you can’t give away or donate, the stuff you gotta toss.
I’m not a big fan of the dregs, not because of the items, but because of where said items generally lay.
The dark corners.
The lower shelves.
The storage sheds.
The places where the creepy crawlies abide.
Spiders and spider accessories….the web, the mummified supper, the egg sac, the departed spider of a past season.
Oh man…if I have to touch a web? Or if I can’t get a cobweb off my person?
It’s not pretty. It’s far from pretty. Know that shivery-ack-get-it-off-me dance?
I do that one…
….with all the sound effects.
But that’s where these little babies come in handy:
The Golden Gloves. My heros. I don my gloves and turn into Mighty Woman! I am fearless! I don’t care how much they make my hands sweat and smell like rubber. I have so many sets, I should have bought stock in the manufacturer.
My computer came back but has had a relapse. Thus, it is time I master the WordPress ap! Here are two pics of downtown Granville, Ohio for my fellow Granvillian, Laura….yes, Laura, it is still adorable. How does this town manage to remain so adorable?
And here are pics of Miki destroying another doggy bed. Have a great week, peeps! I shall be fearlessly packing and Sky Dancers is on hold due to technological difficulties…
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Very cute! Miki the Bed Slayer at it again is cute, too! She’s too black for me to tell, but I bet she looks pleased with herself.
< Written on my iPad, which has a mind of its own, and a VERY strange sense of humor!