I was up until 4:30 this morning, cleaning. I did laundry yesterday, and then started sorting out all my clothes. I'm not one to keep a "summer wardrobe" and "winter wardrobe", but closet space demands that I box up that which I do not need.
While doing that, I also started the throwaway and giveaway piles, and eventually moved beyond clothes to all the other clutter in my room. I don't think my work is completely done, and I need to turn the same attention to my work area (desk, shelves, etc)...to box up things I don't need continuous access to, and throw out things I don't need at all.
I don't get the hard-core cleaning bug very often, but when I do, I just have to go with it.
Now I will tell you a story about yesterday. While cleaning out my closet, I found a little black tank top that has "Material Girl" written on it in silver glitter. (It's not some old 80s shirt, it's actually only a few years old. Truth in advertising, as it were.) I forgot I had it, so I had to justify keeping it. I changed into that to finish my cleaning (tank tops are cooler than the t-shirt I had been wearing). It's one of those shirts that don't quite reach your navel, and I was wearing it with shorts.
So I'm trekking back and forth from my apartment to the laundry room, which happens to be right across from the door to the stairs. I was emptying the dryer of a load of pinks and reds, which was largely underclothes at that point because I hang up my shirts when they're still wet.
Opening the door across from me, and with a huge look of shock at seeing me half-dressed and handling my brightest underwear, was a guy from work. He was visiting one of my neighbors on the other end of the hall, and I was barely able to find that much out. He turned bright red, and I'm not sure he'll ever recover. Which is strange, because it was my colorful underwear and my half-dressed self, so I should be the one embarassed.
I can't wait to hear about it at work.
Posted by Jenelle at June 4, 2006 01:40 PM | TrackBackI would have chatted you up. I mean, if I saw a half-dressed chick from work carrying her panties around there's no way I could pass that up. Assuming of course that she's not a dugong or anything.
Posted by: Paul at June 5, 2006 06:00 AMDugong? Dude, I had to look that up. Just call it a fucking manatee from now on.
And as for this guy who saw you, I think his speechlessness is a prime example of a commonly heald but often ignored disorder - thongophobia; or, fear of massive amounts of female underwear. It develops in one out of every three males in the US, and is often incurable.
Posted by: shank at June 5, 2006 06:44 AMwoohoo! i only had 3 posts to catch up on!
Posted by: sarahk at June 5, 2006 09:09 AM