Not So Good At Housework

Last week I spent an hour or so searching for a pair of blue pants I was sure I had taken out of the dryer and thrown on the back of the sofa to fold and put away later. It turned out to be in the mending pile, where it’s been for weeks, because I haven’t felt like trying to find the right color thread to fix a torn seam.

This week, I’ve been making a dent in the stacks of paper around my house. I threw out coupons that expired as far back as 1990. (To be fair, the expiration date was in really small print.) And today, I tossed a copy of the Monaco Times from 2010. I can only wonder what is hidden in the other three boxes of stuff. I would not be surprised to find Jimmy Hoffa's body.