I cleaned out my car for the first time since…well…I think probably 2008. It was like unearthing a time capsule of my life I had never intended to make. I found:
TWO fanny packs. Because one just isn’t enough.
Viking helmet. Stale
pretzels. I don’t even eat pretzels.
Candy Cane. One of the elves four main food groups.
Learn French CDs. Purchased in 2006.
Mardi Gras beads from 2008. Toy gun with holster.
David Sedaris book.
just one. juuuuust one.
flip flop. Just one.
Volleyballs for my team.
First aid kid for my team.
tie-dye shirt. Yoga pants.
GeoSafari. gold and sparkly
Mickey Mouse ears. A
Valentine’s day card from James Dalton, major crush circa 2007. Spanish Bible. Or
Biblia, as we say . Curlers and tampons. (I am my mother’s daughter)
wear them indoors, outdoors. amaze.
Frank Sinatra Christmas album. My emergency
trail mix and empty water bottles I stash everywhere in case I get in a car accident and am stranded and need to survive. The most glorious sunglasses ever.
And finally….an unopened, brand new trunk organizer. Not. Kidding.
So. What does this say about me?
I don’t know.
Actually, I know a
I like costumes.
I hold on to memories.
I am paranoid of being in an accident and so I store up food I don’t normally eat (trail mix and pretzels) and empty water bottles to…pee in? Harvest snow to turn into water?
I need to clean out my car more.
Nothing else…just thought this list should end on an odd.