Humans are Junk Magnets
Been panicking about once a day now. The sheer volume of our stuff is ganging up on me. Why did we not throw away those thirty half-full fruit scented bottles of conditioner that are stacked up in the back of the bathroom cupboard? We've no brand loyalty in the hair product department...Tre Semme, Paul Mitchell, Loreal, you guys obviously need to work on customer retention.
Candle products. I now see that the girl-gift of choice for the past decade has obviously been glass votives from Crate & Barrel. Too late to stage a candle warehouse sale and I'd feel guilty if I threw them out, so I've developed a new strategy: Pack them poorly in hopes that they break in the move.
Hair clips. If you're having a hair-in-the-face problem, stop by my place within the next two weeks. Just come on in and help yourself to one of hundreds of Colleen's sabre toothed plastic ponytail biters. They don't even run when I turn the lights on anymore.
Loose photographs. I need to hire some more cowboys for this here operation. There's a stampede of unsorted pics running unchecked through evrery level and every room of our ranch. Yeehaw!