It's insane how much rubbish you can accumulate in less than two years. Someone gives you something you don't really need or want, but you take it because hey you don't turn down a gift from a friend. You bring it home and you toss it on your desk or your dresser or on the counter or in the closet. After some time goes by, you have accumulated lots and lots of .. ...I don't know how to spell the Irish word for knickknack (pronounced die-sheen, RUBY HELP ME OUT HERE), but yeah things from friends and family that you don't want or need, but now it's time to pack up your shite and move and you've got a ton of crap to get rid of.
Some of you have been with me long enough to remember my older hoarding habits. The fleas in the old apartment mostly cured the hoarding tendencies, but I've still amassed a couple small mountains of stuff I really don't want.
So far I have managed to box up about 50% of the stuff on my desk (and like 50% got thrown out). I have until next Friday to pack up the rest of my belongings.
Harleyquinn, on the other hand, does not care in the slightest. Yesterday when one of the movers came to give me an estimate (a reasonable one, finally), HQ followed him around like some kind of supervisor. She does that with anyone who comes to the house--plumbers, the cable guy, Mumsy's cleaning lady. She's also the only cat I've ever met who goes running TO the door when strangers come over instead of running away to hide under a bed.
I've no other news........... have a good weekend y'all!!