Just Some Extra Business

Hello there readers. Today is Friday, or Thursday, as I like to call it around here.
Beard works on Saturdays, so Fridays hardly make me want to say TGIF.
Anyway, I don’t have much new to blog about today, though I would like to post you my 15 minutes worth of decluttering in the spare bedroom:


I decided to attack that bookshelf because it is terrifying. There isn’t much to donate or throw away on there, so I knew it would simply be a project of reorganization and straightening. I got the bottom three shelves done. ๐Ÿ™‚
I do have to confess that there definitely are some things shoved (neatly, of course) in the closet and in the shed that will need to be donated or trashed. Some of these things I cannot declutter without Beard, because, as he likes to say, without his supervision I would throw away everything we own that isn’t clothes, food, or kitchen tools. ๐Ÿ™‚

Speaking of kitchen, here is my food waste to report:
First, I should apologize for even having eggnog past Christmas. Beard is an avid lover of the stuff, and I only buy it once a year; I’m surprised there was any left. I had made pumpkin spice muffins with a cup of it, and I still had to toss about half a cup of the stuff. Eww.
The small container has cream from the top of our non-homogenized milk. Our grocery store sells local milk from an organic farm (in awesome glass bottles, might I add), and if they run out of homogenized whole milk I go for the non-homo. And inevitably end up wasting the cream.
There is a small bag of baby carrots there, and I am not sure when they are from, so into the trash they go. One of the bigger ziplock bags has a turkey carcass from Christmas Eve. The meat was picked off of it, and I had big intentions of making turkey soup. Not any more. Finally, the last big ziplock has one lonely slice of ham, also from Christmas Eve.
Phew! That was a lot of waste, but I sure am glad it is out of my fridge.

Simply Being Mum

Oh, and just for fun, here is my blogging buddy today:
Squish didn’t want to nap, so she hung out with me.

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