Attack of Girlishness

Okay so I'm trying to clear out my closet since, well, I don't really have one.

It's not working.

I just keep fondly remembering things about the people who gave me this or that, even things that happened while wearing the random item of clothing.

I think I filled one trash bag full, but I still have a ton of stuff I need to give to people who don't have any. I feel like a glutton, only with pretty flowing materials instead of food.

*Le~sigh*

On t

he upside a trash bag full is progress in the right direction.

And here's a picture of Our dog. Her name is B'rux. When I asked my husband 'WHY?!' he responded with "I gave her a dog name, not a person name." Yup, I love that man.