Ah. Ye ol' insult-the-bag ploy.
Quickly followed by ye ol' "let me use that thing, to save you problems," ploy.

Mum wants the postina. Beware.
Btw, pickle alexa probably has lots of problematic issues.
Stick her into a mailbox. Let me ease your burdens.


I'm such a freak.
And stuff all that crap into coat pockets.
To leave room in big bags--for little shopping trinkets/snacks.

Tragic.
We have been sorting books/dvds/music to resell.
Which is painful--well, the books. Love books. Books are my homies.

Would live with piles on every surface. And use as plates for dinner parties. If no kept me in check.
Soon, off to market!

To take photos near yellow chrysanthemums--so I stay pretty for another year.