I Am Nervous

I am nervous. I am waiting to see how things will "come out in the wash" with a project at work. It makes me squimish and sweaty and buterflyie and just plain nervous. And when I am nervous, I clean. Indiana Jones says I am not nervous often enough. Well, today let me tell you there was enough nervous energy in me to clean out a barn. I have been there done that and it is not a pretty sight.

Since I now live the city life, there were no barns in sight. So, I turned my attention to the kitchen. I began to burn off my nervous energy with the fridge.

This seemed like an easy enough task . One that would take my mind off things and allow me to nibble on the forgotten Magic Shell chocolate.

I have had this fridge for over 5 years and had no clue about all its capabilities -- draws, hidden compartments, etc.

Oh, I had no clue about this either... I also realized that I have some subconscious desire for sweet pickles. I must have picked a jar up every time I went to the store.All this fancy-schmancy capabilities seemed great , until I tried to put all the parts back together. I needed an engineering degree, and let's face it, this is not my strong suit. I don't even think I have a strong suit.

Many hours later and numerous swigs of wine, I was finished.

I realized I needed to make a trip to the grocery store.

But wait, my lovers were still there.

The fridge did not ease my anxieties. I had to move on to bigger and better things. I decided to tackle the playroom...

Which lead to the attic...

Which finished in the garage...

This is my pile of giveaways. Do you think I am related to Sanford and Son?

PS I am still nervous. Look out sock/panty drawer. Don't worry, I will not put those on the front lawn.