I am happy to come here today and report that my closet is no longer hazardous to my physical well-being because the pics I posted of it here yesterday succeeded at shaming me into straightening it back up...again. And I am quite positive that I would not have carried it out had it not been for that.
Because I was so not feeling it.
It was not, however, as bad as it looked or that I had originally thought because the complete organizational job I did in there back in September was still partially there. I just had to uncover it.
I should probably think about maybe getting around to taking that trash bag full of clothes that is sitting just outside it in the bathroom to the Salvation Army sometime soon though because it has been there since September. Also, I could probably stand to bag up a few more things because who needs a hundred and ninety two t-shirts? I have no idea why it is so difficult for me to do things like that but it always has been.
Procrastination is my middle name.
In other news, Brisco Darling will go in dark and early in the morning for his teeth cleaning. Why in the h.e. double hockey sticks it is necessary for him to be there before the roosters crow is beyond me but it seems that is always the case even with any type of human surgery.
Not that this is surgery but dogs do have to undergo anesthesia in order to have their teeth cleaned which is why it costs about triple the amount of having my own teeth cleaned. And also leaves me in a state of worry until I can go and pick him up because Worry is my other middle name. I have a few.
I'm trying to get Li'l Bit out of having hers cleaned this time. Hers aren't nearly as bad as his and the dog doc suggested I try an oscillating toothbrush, telling me that dogs seem to do better with those than with the back and forth brushing of a regular toothbrush.
Although I strongly suspected this would not be the case, Dracen and I bought them both battery operated SpongeBob (because the kiddie ones looked to be the only ones that would fit in their mouths) toothbrushes at the grocery store yesterday and let's just say that she did not take to it the way I had hoped. I only wish I had a video of it because the look she gave me just before she began thrashing her head from side to side in an effort to escape was all kinds of priceless.
Maybe I should've gone with Spiderman. Dracen was worried that "they" (I guess the cashier, bagger and other Food Lion shoppers) would think that the SpongeBob toothbrushes were for him. Possessing a toothbrush shaped like a talking sponge nerd apparently becomes uncool around the age of eight and a half.
And now that I've seen it in writing?
I think that may just be a good thing.