Delicately Stacked

Originally posted: 09/19/2008
Well, my auctions have definitely slowed down. You have to understand that my office is a whole series of delicately balanced piles & stacks with strategically placed counter weights. One quick move, or even a sneeze and the office comes tumbling down around me. My poor children would have to call the fire department to bring the jaws of life to get me out of here. Don't get me wrong, my whole house isn't like this. Nope, just the office. In truth I suffer, or better worded, my family suffers from my OCD. In reality, I think a little OCD never hurt anyone. Is there really anything wrong with having to dust at least once if not twice or 3 times......every single day? I will argue to the death that the Swiffer & Swiffer Duster are the greatest inventions mankind has ever seen. You know I love their Wet Jet too, but the dusters are amazing examples of modern man's brilliance. So anyhu, though I have literally bags of Barbie clothes sitting at my feet, I just can't get to them. Mostly because of the cases, baby dolls, Thundercats, and My Little Ponies stacked on top of them. It doesn't help that they all need to be sorted by era. I start thinking about moving all the items on top of the bags off, then the sorting and frankly, I'm just satisfied to continue to trip over them when I get in and out of my chair. Eventually, I'm going to have to take a deep breath, eat a package of Oreos, and then finally dig into them. I have no choice, I'm not going to be on ebay much longer and if my office still looks like this by Christmas, my husband will probably just pack everything up and take it to the Goodwill. Trust me, it really doesn't bother me, all these stacks and the fact that I can't swivel in my chair or I'll knock something down.....but it bothers him ferociously. And if there is anyone who is not a neat freak it's my husband, but I think it just comes down to he wants a place to put a cup on the desk and despite having a wrap-around desk, there is no open place. Ah well, I think I'll just go ahead and trip over these bags at my feet for another week or so, just the thought of all the energy that will be zapped from me by sorting them is wearing me out......and I have some Swiffering to do.