Finally Out of the Closet

No, I'm not gay. I'm literally out of my closet.

I disappeared into the closet late yesterday afternoon and then again this morning, weeding out old clothes, pulling out the items "stored" there never to be used again. I now have a huge pile for Goodwill collection, and I'm considering putting Rich's Viagra t-shirt in since he's gone for a few days and won't miss it right away. That t-shirt was a joke gift for him but he loves to wear it. He says it's his softest shirt. Insert your own joke here.

After I'd terrorized the closet, I still had energy to burn so I started in on the vanity. Drawers of jewelry and make-up and hair products, oh my! You know how you come across make-up that you don't use and wonder why you bought it in the first place? This happened today and now I have on two different eyeliners and two different eyeshadows (none of which GO together), eyebrow pencil that looked good when I was blonde, and a lovely dark red wine lipstick which was the only piece I chose to keep.

So today has been cleansing, revitalizing even. Of course, what I'm really doing is stalling before I get to work on a deposition I have to type. I'd rather be working on the book, but bills come first, right?

(If someone can offer me a good excuse why I should work on the book before the paying job, I'd be grateful!!!)