What do you do when you're giving one of the talks at your church's women's retreat in May and the written version needs to be turned in tomorrow at church, but you can't seem to get the words from the place where they're floating around in your head to the paper they need to be on to be turned in?
You clean out your junk drawer for goodness sake! I have lived in this house for 3 years now and never taken a single thing out of this drawer. Only added things. So today, I have to clean it out. It must be done. I can't go on another day without doing it.
Here's what I retreived from that drawer.
Well, not my bible or the crayon box, they were already on the counter.
This is an odd combination of items. A cigar next to a coupon that one of my kids brought home from school for a free pizza buffet.
This is what we'll call the "office supply" pile. I think I'll send all of this to E's new office.
And this, well, this could be described as the bane of my existence. It's a Polly Pocket shoe. I should've put a penny next to it for reference for those of you who aren't familiar with the scale of Polly's accessories. Whenever I am cleaning and I come across one of these, I can't bring myself to throw it away. Even though it's no bigger than a poppy seed. I know how frustrating it can be to be looking for a pair of shoes to wear and only finding one, so I can't bear the thought of throwing one of these away when the other shoe could be floating around somewhere in the girl's room.
I think Anna's Polly Pocket doll has all of the pairs of shoes that she came with. I haven't lost one yet. Well, maybe, in the vacuum cleaner. Or possibly in a baby's mouth. I not obsessed enough to go through vacuum cleaner canisters or dirty diapers. I've got to draw the line somewhere.