Chatbug Karen

What is it with me and paper towels? I am a crazy fool who feels the need to wipe down every surface when I get a rag in my hand. I went out to sit and relax while watching hubby wax our car. I thought it would be nice if I helped a bit by washing the car windows. That is when my OCD took over. I looked around at the garage and saw fly specks and dirt everywhere! Imagine that, dirt in a garage. I started moving golf clubs, grill parts and anything else that was in the way. I was a scrubbing idiot! Before I realized it, an hour had gone by and I had sweat dripping off my nose. Why can I not just sit and relax?

While washing stuff like crazy, Brody was having a good time. That silly dog found the drippings from the smoker. Lynn had smoked a chicken and the drippings were on the gravel. Though Brody enjoyed licking up the gooey drippings, the mess it made in his fur was driving him nuts. He was rubbing his face on the pavement trying to get some relief. I felt sorry for him during his moments of aggravation. It was off to the bathtub for him. He is clean. The garage is clean. I am pooped.

I know you are getting sick of hearing that I cleaned out my basement. I cannot help but talk about it! It was a miracle that it got done and I am enjoying being able to find things. Not to mention all the money I am saving now that I know we already have a years supply of tp, paper towels and deodorant.

I ran across some things I did not know I had. Sorry, Gloria. I DID have those golf clubs you asked about. While in that same closet, I ran across an old suitcase that I was sure held maternity clothes. Was I ever surprised to see what was in there! I took a picture. I have no idea why the toilet paper is in there.