let's go around the apartment...

walk through the front door...

straight ahead we have disaster area #1, the One-Butt Kitchen. most of the cabinets have been emptied, though the fridge and freezer are full. no dishes in the sink (thanks, Spidade), but the floor is, well, yucky. counters have trash, perhaps some dried milk, etc. on them, various things that each go in separate boxes from the others... ah, there's a gun on top of the microwave, lovely. [NOTE to all the potential future Mr. SarahKs out there... i truly am a neat freak -- a closet one, but one just the same.]

to the left of the front door, we have 3 choices. straight down the hall, left into the Livingroom or right into the Non-Dining room. let's try to go to the Livingroom, disaster area #2. Ouch! Bang! Crash! Oh Sweet Chocolate Almond Ice Cream! whew, made it past the futon. now i stand in the livingroom; some of it is gone, except the box of DVDs, the 5 big binders of CDs, every single piece of paper to ever come out of Holyoke, MA, some used tissue (Puffs), the TV, the DVD player, random empty Coke cans and water bottles, a can of powdered Gatorade, printer, office supplies, file cabinets minus the drawers, oh looky! cat puke!

turn around and trip a few times more into the Non-Dining Room. couch "shredded by the calico", 4 or 5 half-full boxes (i'm an optimist!), oh, there are the drawers to the file cabinets, yay! and all of the paper to ever come out of Lancaster, PA. moving on...

continue down the hall. to the left we have the girls' room, aka the Hot Guys Tacked All Over the Wall Room (how you doin'?), aka the Non-Laundry Room. this room is actually fairly clean (thanks, Stepmo'). i guess the pics have to come down, and i'm not sure where they'll go in the new place...

out of the Non-Laundry room into the Bath--Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!! i think this is supposed to be the Bathroom, but i'm not sure. daypack on the counter (never know when you'll be going on a hike through the Bathroom), medicine cabinet splayed open, step-ladder for the short chica who liveth here, shred box (it shouldn't go somewhere near the shredder in the Livingroom, right?). i think that is the toilet over there under the pile of clothes and towels. and don't pay any attention to the disgusting thing behind the bright blue curtain.

out of the Bathroom and into the Bedroom. dressers both fully covered in ... i don't know what all's on there ... TV, bullets, old doorknob that was on the door before some psycho tried to break into my apartment (prompting the purchase of the bullets) -- oh WOW, this guy is hot. A.J. someone from BET, and mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. what a beauty -- anyway, bed with mattress cover, no sheets, 2 kitty cats, all the jeweling supplies, wedding photos (yes, i had a lovely purge day a month or so ago where the ex got cut out of ALL of them, that was a good catharsis).

ah, here's the phenomenon of the apartment... the perfectly organized closet, with all the shirts facing the same direction on the hanger hooks, sweaters neatly folded on shelves, clothes separated by classification and ordered by color, casual/non-casual, etc. see? neat freak.

Comments

[Tim Carroll]

Make sure you account for all the ammo. My wife and I when cleaning a closet before we moved into our house we found box full of .38 bullets. We gave them to the local police department for use in training at the range. In another house I found shotgun shells in a drawer, that was another fine "how do you do" -- didn't tell the wife about those and just made a clandestine trip over to the PDHQ for the drop off.

[sarahk]

thanks, i'll make sure to round it all up.

[SpaceMonkey]

We used to have a 'one-butt' kitchen too. along with a 'one-butt' bath room. Good times.

[sarahk]

good times my One Butt, spacemonkey. :)