My excuse? Well, first of all, I never said that the mangy mutt humping my leg was Bilbo. You guys can fight it out, and I'll go smell the flowers with Gaugie, or fish with Ish, or something.
Second, 3-D presently involves sorting through more sh!t that you can imagine presently jammed into the kids' bedroom and half the dining room, and either pitching out, recycling, placing in a stack to go to the Salvation Army, or putting downstairs in the area my mother finally vacated after ten years. Ten years of too much stuff in too small a space, and the kids are as disorganized as is imaginable, plus they have at least one of everything known to man. All I can say is, "the horror, the horror!" |
