This post is for Megan.  Back when I was cleaning house, I talked about getting rid of tons of magazines, books, and probably some other stuff too.  well, I had been keeping all of my discarded clothes in Megan’s room, because that’s where I keep all of the stuff that won’t fit in my room.  Her room now smells nicely of feet because I keep two big boxes of shoes in there.  There are been many times where I go in and I go “Ugh!” and I open a window.  I even brought one of those reed diffusers in there the other day, and it seems to have helped.  But perhaps because it is my feet that stink up these shoes; maybe I’m kind of immune to the smell.  If anyone wants to come over and smell her room, you’re more than welcome.  Megan, did you notice your room smelled like feet when you were home in December?

But anyway.  I’ve been collecting these clothes in Megan’s room because I wanted to take a picture of them before donating them so Megan could see all the stuff I am getting rid of.  She’s been telling me for years that I have way too much stuff, so I’m finally get rid of a lot of it!  In the top left hand corner is a pile of 6 Destare shirts.  Lance screwed up when he got the sizes, and they are all size XXL or 1X.  The t-shirts that are that size are obviously huge, but the tank tops aren’t so bad.  For instance, I usually wear a small or extra small at Old Navy, but the Destare tank that fits me is a size Large.  So someone who would wear a medium would need an Extra Large.  But anyway, he didn’t want the shirts anymore, they had been in his office for months and months.  So he said I could have them (he would have thrown them away).  Of course they ended up in my closet for months and months.  I filtered out all the huge sizes, and I figured I’d offer them up on FreeCycle first, to offer them to anyone who loves Destare.  The smaller sizes I will offer them up to the girls who still work there (Caroline, Brianna, Lindsey)  They’re very nice shirts and they’re quite sparkly.

And of course, in the spirit of not getting rid of things, I got a new bread machine on FreeCycle.

I told my brother via AIM, and the conversation went like this:

Usually he doesn’t agree with me all that quickly (if at all), but he too saw the wisdom in having another bread machine.  Now he can have one at his apartment, and we can have one here.  Or, I can move in with my cats, and someone else can have the other machine.  Plus, I saved it from the landfill.  To test it, I’m going to make my famous white loaf to see if it’s as good as the machine we have now.  Trevor picked it up for me, so it’s currently in the trunk of his car.  As soon as I test its awesomeness, I’ll report back.

It’s 3pm, and I’m suppose to be going on a hike with Niles through the one foot of snow we got.  He wants to hike up in the woods somewhere, but I’m afraid that we will die.  We could slip into a pond or river that is covered by ice, and we could freeze to death.  Niles looked at my like I was crazy when I suggested that we might die, and Megan, upon telling her my fears, told me she was pretty sure I wouldn’t die.  But I’ll take her advice to “be careful, just in case.”