Torn Asunder


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The Great Parting of The Clothes has finally come to pass.

Up to this point, we have shared, for the most part, our clothing. Giving everyone the impression we have fabulous wardrobes. We don't. Well, I don't. VDOPrincess does. She somehow manages to constantly find time to shop. It is really quite disgusting.

There is the general sorting of clothes. Then there are the communal clothes that we all sort of wore, never taking the time to stake our claim. Or, the clothes that were ONE persons, but, they never wore that item. Someone else wore it. ALL THE TIME. So there is hemming and hawing. And quiet hurt feelings. But it is better to sacrifice for interest of peace. Do not be fooled. These items WILL come up in later spats. When someone is feeling unloved and ignored.

BUT YOU GOT THE WINE-COLORED CASHMERE SWEATER.

Cleaning and sorting does have benefits of course. I found my palm pilot, Barbie found her iPod and there were treasure troves of bobby pins.



And we still have all the hanging clothes, shoes and whateverisleftinthedrawers to sort.


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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.


I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.


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