It's that time again. Time to weed through the clutter in my closets and wonder where everything came from in the first place. I mean seriously. Why do I have like 4 different things of binder clips? Are they procreating? I think they are.
And then there's the inevitable stash of cat toys. If you have a feline friend, you know exactly what I am talking about. The corner that only they know about that you find three months afterwards. All those toy mice that I thought got lost? Yeah. They are gutted and decapitated in a mass grave in the farthest corner of my closet.
Oh the books. Books, books everywhere. *sigh*