Somehow I managed to get on a cleaning/reorganizing kick today. I keep things pretty clean, but what I did today was beyond normal dusting and vacuuming. I went through practically every possession I own and had to decide whether I wanted to keep it or not. (Yes Bethani this includes all my original smelly Strawberry Shortcake figures and accessories … No you may not have them. I don’t care if they’re just sitting in a box and you’d give them a lovely home. They’re still mine.) This only happens about once or twice a year, which is a good thing since I’m fairly certain I could probably do this every other month if the mood were to take me.

I was a little disappointed I didn’t have more things I could get rid of, so I resorted to reorganizing and rearranging. Due to the strange layout of my apartment, there aren’t a lot of big items I can reposition … so I have to settle for much smaller things … like everything in the kitchen. I’m the only one who actually cooks in the kitchen and it was starting to look a little boring in there but I think I managed to make things more interesting. I now have a plaster bust on top of my refrigerator. It once belonged to my great-grandmother. I believe at one point there was a matching male bust but this is just rumor because I’ve never actually seen it. She’s on top of the fridge because I didn’t really have anywhere else to put her and she seems a little imperious. I thought she might like to lord above me in the kitchen for awhile. She’s also keeping the first aid kit company.

Next to the stove I have two glass heads. They’re there so that one day they’ll gain sentience and yell out whenever it looks like whatever is on the stove is about to boil over.

Well, I can always hope.

Of course, in my perfect world the lady on top of the fridge would let me know when it was time to dust because I’m too short to see up there without standing on a step-stool. But with my luck the heads would probably prove more annoying than helpful. One would always be insisting that I need to add more salt. The other would probably lecture me in excruciating detail on all the different illnesses I could get from improperly prepared food. And the one on top of the fridge would tell me that my hair looks like a bird’s nest from that angle.

I really need to get out more. Next thing you know I’ll be talking to the kitchen appliances like they’re my best friends.