A year ago I moved into the house I am living in now. Before this house, we lived in a shoe box closer to town. It was The Husband’s humble abode and I mournfully kissed my condo (even closer to town) goodbye and headed out to the ‘burbs upon holy matrimony. For better or worse. Sure we had practically the same square footage and mine was a one level condo and his was a two story colonial. It was filled with all his crap. I stuck my boxes of stuff in the basement and on those odd days when I remembered I had stuff, I glared at him with resentment. My 1,000 pound screen printing press lived up the street at my friend Cath’s house. I would go over to see it or play with it every once in a while. It was kind of like my printer was in prison and I was going for my once a month visit.

Then we moved to the country. The sticks, if you will. We moved here because by the light of my Maglite, in the utter darkness of no power, I came across the most amazing basement you have ever seen. It was PERFECT. The rest of the house? Eh. 1980’s borders? I spit on them. No washer or dryer? HA. That water pouring into the other side of the basement? No problem.

We moved in here and I set up shop. In the next 7 months, my business expanded. Yet I maintained my inability to organize.

This is how it looked.

Then Susie Sunshine came. She had me up til all hours of the night, sorting, organizing, cleaning, organizing, sorting. She explained ad nauseum how my life would be so much easier if I realized that I actually HAVE 3 dozen navy t-shirts so I really don’t need to order any more. When I say “ad nauseum,” I mean it in the nice “ad nauseum” kinda way. Either way, this is what we ended up with at the end of the weekend.

I had to cut out the counter because there was stuff I was supposed to clean off and I still haven’t. And that box on that wooden table? That’s not gonna go over will with Ms. Let’s Have Our Own Reality Show And Throw Most Of Your Junk Out.

My husband was so delirious, he started referring to her as my sister wife. In the good way, of course. And today? Today I got my work done in a reasonable amount of time. I didn’t even use the words, “If you were a box of 200 shirts, where would you be?” Now, if only I find my phone bill…

Oh, you really want to know who won, right? I tapped into my all-knowing random number picker on google and here are the winners. Kim (the first Kim to leave a comment) gets the Mommy Needs a Cocktail tee and ironically, Lynette (who apparently really needs it) gets the “My Mom Doesn’t Want Your Advice.” Oh, and Karen gets a MNAC tee because she said it was her birthday. WOOHOO!!!

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