tikistitch

So, Mr. Tikistitch has been unfairly accusing us of wearing too many clothes. Which, of course, is completely silly, as tiki wears exactly the correct amount of clothes. But, anyway, to humor our spouse's whim, we sorted through Casa de Tiki's Laundry Pile of Doom, and plucked out the offending tiki items thereof, and, having stuffed them into our fancy IKEA chest o' drawers, thereby managed to literally break our t-shirt drawer.

Yeah, right off the hinges.

So, obviously, something had to be done.

Which it was.

Part of our precious three-day weekend was thus spent pruning through various items of casual wear, none of which had been worn anywhere inside of the twenty-first century, scrutinizing each t-shirt one by one, so as not to mistakenly discard anything that could be regarded as either licensed by Lucasfilm Limited or Disney (sucks to be a collector).

Six trash bags stuffed to bursting and transported to Good Will later, our chest of drawers drawers and the wicker trunk at the end of the bed remain filled to slightly past capacity, plus there is now a pile of clothing on the floor which will not fit anywhere, in other words, more sportswear has already grown in after the pruning.

If tiki ever again in her life expresses a notion towards buying another item of clothing, please kindly thump her on her head.

And, this is all somehow Mr. Tiki's fault.

Also, last Flight of the Conchords tonight. *sniffles*