This is a story about stuff. My car and the stuff I carry back and forth from the house to the car, and from the car to the house everyday. I always seem to have my hands full as I make that walk. Nay – overflowing. “Why?” I ask myself. “Why am I always carrying so much stuff???”
So yesterday I decided to take to closer look of said “stuff” to see what was really going on in that car. I present to you a list of items I carried from my car into my house as I arrived home from work last night;
- my lovely Golla laptop bag that contained: a laptop, an agenda book that is way too large (note to self – get a smaller one for 2011), and a few other small office related items (access card, zip drive, bills to be paid, etc). Okay – this kinda stuff is all perfectly understandable.
- reusable shopping bag that contained; 2 packs of boy sized boxer shorts, 2 packs of boy sized socks, 2 packs of boy sized “wife beater” undershirts, children’s allergy medicine and a box of snack sized Smart Food (yes, I understand lunch-hours are for eating, but I prefer to use mine for shopping).
- a 7″ Sankotu knife. Don’t ask. Also – don’t mess with me when I’m in my car.
- 3 hardcover books I intended to mail to my giveaway winner Mimi except the line up at the post office was about 20 people deep and I had lunch-hour shopping to do and only 1 hour to do it in (sorry Mimi – I’ll get those in the mail for you today).
- My purse. And let’s not even get into what all I carry in there. That would be a very long post in itself.
- reusable lunch bag that contained: the remnants of leftover chicken stirfry that I hoovered down at my desk before heading to the mall for my shopping excursion (frankly, I love me some leftovers, but this wasn’t verygood, if you’re asking).
- 3 days worth of mail. I don’t know about you international people, but in my neighbourhood, the postman/person doesn’t deliver to each house. Oh no! That’s just too much work. Instead we have the Canada Post SuperBox (or StupidBox or NotSoSuperBox) at the end of the street where everyone has to go, with their little key, and check their own private “lock box” every few days.
No wonder my hands were so full! THAT is a lot of stuff! WTH?!
There are so many questions regarding this post - Am I alone or do you always have a handful too? Do you like my laptop bag? Are you curious as to why I bought my sons “wife beaters”? Are you more concerned about the knife? If your name is Mimi, are you pissed I haven’t mailed your books yet? Are you as sad about the crappy leftovers as I am? Do you get mail delivered right to your house?
Okay – pick a question and get answering.









































