binge and purge

ah, the holidays: time of bloated excess. not just my butt, mind you, but my children's coffers of toys. un-freaking-believable how much stuff those two little monkeys have accumulated.

so today, with thing one and thing two safely out of the house, i conducted my traditional post-christmas cleansing. both playrooms, the girls' room, even the bathroom toy bucket – not a one was safe from my fierce talons and slightly maniacal eyes.

i moved some items into long-term storage (aka hid them) to pull out on a snowy/rainy/106 degree summer day. 

and others – 9 heftys worth of stuffed animals, dolls, puzzles, books, games, baby gear, plus assorted kid and adult clothing, an end table, and a rug – have been snagged, bagged and tagged for the glue factory. what catharsis! 

actually, 8 of the bags will go to the association for retarded citizens (arc) in minneapolis, which sells them to generate funds for its programs. and 1 bag is for my buddy the owner of sovereign grounds, the coffee-shop-slash-indoor-playground in our old neighborhood that has saved my sanity many times. everybody's a wiener, as my friend pegga says.