My husband says that when his folks die he is just going to have to burn their house down. Meanwhile, I'm pretty sure my mom has labelled all of her belongings with the name of the child it will go to. When we die, our kids are going to be somewhere in the middle. Maybe they will only need a small fire.
As they walk, weeping, around our house, my children are going to find the following things:
1. Broken toilets.
We have three or four broken toilets in our garage. We are not hillbillies. I really don't have a good explanation for it.
Pens are the thing that I always buy because I always think I need them and then I realize I have ten of them in my purse and three packages of pens from Costco. My children will never be without pen again.
3. Anywhere from one to five random bags of trash.
We always have just a little more than will fit in our can, so it backs up. We're optimistic that we will get caught up before we die, however. On the plus side, this should be considered motivation to find our bodies before all the extra garbage starts to stink.
4. Piles of receipts.
My husband keeps his receipts. All of them. My kids will find them somewhere and say, "What are these? And why would anybody need to remember that they bought tank full of gas on this one day? Damn it, Dad!" I'm with you, future befuddled children.
5. Sex dungeon.
6. Piles of flat sheets, pillow cases, comforters (none of which match), and one fitted sheet.
What kind of idiots manage to lose all of their fitted sheets? These idiots. Sheets are hard, kids. And here's the bad news: you can't even give that shit away. Enjoy your fourth trip to the dump.
7. A book on how to train for a triathalon.
"Hey, remember that year that Mom thought she was going to do a triathlon even though she couldn't run, was a terrible swimmer, and was terrified on a bike? Ha! That was hilarious. We'll add this to the Pile of Stupidity in the corner and burn it later."
8. Mom's "back massager."
9. Books. All of them.
All of the many books that I bought but never got to read because I was too busy playing Farmville. Treat them well, my darlings.
10. My memory box...
...and by "memory box" I mean "trash bag full of jumbled momentos." It will remind them that their mom was the sentimental, lazy type. A woman who liked to have keepsakes from the special times in her life so that she could toss them into that Glad bag in the basement. What a sweetheart I was.
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