So I shoved some things aside in the garage and started 4 piles. (Sorry, Drew, we'll have a one-car garage for a while.) Things I can sell at a garage sale, things I can sell on Amazon, things I need to put in the attic, and things I can donate. I felt good about that step. Took a little break to check Twitter.
I took a buttload of books off my bookshelves (I don't have books just to have them, I only keep the ones I really love), made a mental note to nag the crap outta Drew so he'll do something with all the textbooks he'll never touch again, and put a bunch of stuff in my Amazon pile. Felt good about it. Took a little break to check blogs.
I cleaned out the cabinets in my living room. Put a TON of stuff in the garage sale pile. Put a bunch of half-burned candles in the trash (why did I keep those??). Put a bunch of stuff in Ace's scrapbook. Felt good about it. Took a break to pee.
That's when the Benadryl hit me. I'm trying to give myself a few minutes for the dizziness to pass because I'm DESPERATE to start the kitchen cabinet exodus, but I'm really thinking it's not going to happen. Dadgummit, I only took one pill.
I don't think the kitchen cabinet exodus will take all that long. Wish me luck.
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