Step 1: Call BFI Waste and schedule Large Item pickup
Step 2: run around screaming ike a banshee for three weeks straight trying to clean every crack and crevice to fill a 6x6x6 space with junk and clear out what amounts to a small bathroom filled to the rim with of junk
Sadly, this will likely only make a small dent in the disaster which I used to call the garage and now call "IT". The room which dare not be named. Maybe now we can get rid of some of the various remnants of construction which make our backyard look like a lot from a scene in some inner city set movie.
It makes me want to give the air force a ring and ask them to strafe our block, blow up our lot specifically. Of course I'll make sure to be at the mall, but...
Got the couch cover back on the couch in the family room which took both the hand of God and a whole hell of alot of swearing on my part. No more eating on the couch for those kids. Gross.
I remember a college friend who reached into her couch once and pulled out a meatball.
It wasn't that bad, but it was heading there. Gross.
I so want to attack the garage... and I so don't... I know once I get going I will drink 6 liters of diet coke and not want to stop until its done which couod be like 3 days from now...
God help me.