My mid-year general cleaning is looming closer and closer. I dread opening the smallish-darkish storage at the basement for its content might come tumbling down on me. The last time I opened the door of the closet was sometime in January. I stored all the Christmas decorations not really in a highly organized way for when I was almost half-done, I sort of jammed, stuffed, shoved, wedged, pushed (and all other related verbs) , the rest of the Christmas decor. Now, I can envision the storage door pulsating and about ready to burst once I come near it. Oh well. I guess I just have to "brave" the task.
Boxes? Check! Plastic wraps? Check! Oh and I need to get a real sturdy box cutter for a regular cutter is just too frail for cutting cartons. Alright then. Basement, here I come!
Boxes? Check! Plastic wraps? Check! Oh and I need to get a real sturdy box cutter for a regular cutter is just too frail for cutting cartons. Alright then. Basement, here I come!
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