I have too many things. I’m forever worrying that A&E is going to show up on my front porch. Cameras and therapists and those big, embarrassing 1-800-JUNK trucks that let all your neighbors know that you’re a filthy dirty hoarder.
It’s not that bad. My mother will tell you it is, but it’s not. At all. I don’t think so. Neither do the Hoarders.
Anyway, as I mentioned, I have some freakin’ cool stuff. I’d like to share some of it with you. I’ll try to do it every Sunday.
This week: The fort in my grapevines.
Yep. I have grapevines. With a fort built into them. It belongs to the little girls who live in the house behind me. It’s not really clear whose grapevines these are…they could be theirs for all I know. But theirs is a rental house, so the grapevines, if they’re not mine, would actually belong to the landlord. And I’ve lived here five years and these grapevines have never, ever been tended. Not by me. Not by them. Not by anyone except the birds. And the birds are really bad at pulling all of the weeds out and getting rid of all the dead vines. So these grapevines are really just a viper’s nest of foliage. Great place for a fort. Kind of wish I’d thought of it first.