333/365

Eeeek. Help me. Help me.

316/365

My reward for cleaning the bedroom was this tiny ice cream van. Which was the first new thing to be added to the knick-knack shelf since about 1992.

304/365

There is nothing as satisfying as a really big clear out.

266/365

I like sales as much as the next person, but some things should never have been manufactured in the first place. Who could possibly ever want a large black Christmas ornament with a weird smiley Easter bunny on it? I ask you.

243/365

Found the bag of Santa toys.

216/365

James always wins the most amazingly awful prizes at work. Today he won a swan soap dish set. It's too hideous even for me to use.

186/365

DAMN IT!  There are no keys in the bottom of my handbag!

160/365

Hello Kitty, the T-Rex, the dog, the cat, the little girl and that fifty pee piece have lived in my sink for years.  I don't know how and I don't know why but I fish them out of my dishwater on a daily basis. 

125/365

This is all the electronic crap we had on us that we weren't allowed to take in the US Embassy today.  Three phones, two cameras, two ipods, a DS, and the car keys.  That's a lot of stuff.

122/365

This plant holder came with our house.  It's one of my favorite things.  I see it needs a paint job, though.

52/365

This is Molly's desk.  I suspect this is what the inside of her head looks like too.

24/365

My Saturday ritual is to buy the paper and go to the charity shop.  Sometimes I just look at things and wonder who on earth thought that they needed this in the first place.  Plus, I alway love how Charity Shop ladies try to stick to a theme when dispaying things.

5/365

Nobody loves you anymore.  You all must go.