mom cleaned the kitchen today...used bleach and everything. very impressive.
the pile of newspapers, magazines, tissues, empty cigarette packs, full cigarette packs, books, random keys, chewing gum and chewing gum wrappers, coins from at least three countries (mostly useless pennies or their equivalent), pens and mechanical pencils, eye glass cases, receipts, plastic bags, calculator, mail, envelopes, playing cards, lighters, matches, baseball hats, scarves, empty wine bottles, full wine bottles, notepads, rubber bands, paperclips, markers, jelly jars, suntan lotion, tennis shoes, loafers, pepper, business cards and bungie cords on the dining room table has remained intact. whew! i've named it POC (short for Pile of Crap) and i've grown to love it. it listens to me when i'm feeling blue.