The Junk Pyramid is going on hiatus until at least Wednesday. And because I won't be near my stuff, I'm not going to increase any of the numbers in "The Count" over there to the right.
I guess 1000 items will have to wait even longer. Because, for some reason, I don't think my house-sitters will be decluttering for me. Unless they steal my TV.
If I'm lucky, they won't bring more stuff into my house. Which I would totally do if it was me doing the house-sitting. They'd come back from vacation, and I'd be all, "I don't have any idea how that box of clothes and old toys got here. Weird."
But I did do a teensy bit of decluttering I haven't given myself full blogging credit for.
I babysat two brothers for a few hours on Thursday, which gave me the perfect opportunity to give my crap directly to a child without having to ask the parent for permission first. I gave them each a ball, one featuring Scooby Doo's likeness, and one with Clifford.
I didn't post about this then because it seemed ridiculous to publish only that paragraph you just read. But I did add those balls to the count. You're just lucky I didn't count the Backyardigans tattoo I put on one of the kids too.