Apparently the reason that I have yet to get to putting the rest of my clothes away is directly linked to the amount of Dave's shit that I keep finding mixed in. How my folder with wedding & moving planning stuff got mixed into my giant tub of clothing, I do not know. I wish my mom had not taught me at a young age that I do not mix well with fire or anything that is capable of producing fire, because I would totally love to burn that shit. And probably should, since our social security numbers and shit are all over that stuff, but instead I just crossed mine out and let him risk potentially becoming a victim of identity theft... you know, if people are so inclined to climb into dumpsters and dig papers out from the back of my apartment complex.

I also located my old digital camera, so if anyone needs one of those I've got a spare. Hmm. And highlighters and headbands. And awesome CDs.

The only two things that I am unable to locate are very likely in the same place... my ipod and the lightbulbs we bought from IKEA for the lamp in my living room... where the hell could they have gone? I might run out and check my car... because obviously I have not cleaned that out in about 6 months and after moving I left a good amount of shit in there instead of dragging it inside.