Those boxes are still sitting down there, in the dark. I picked my way through the chaos gingerly on my way to throw The Boy's diapers in the wash and I glanced in their direction. On my way back upstairs I paused and resigned myself to at least taking a box upstairs. I tromped over some bags and junk and finally looked into the first box. Ew. Dusty old dishes, nothing like a little tacky crockery to brighten your day. I bravely closed the lid and fled back upstairs to entertain myself with my laminator.
So here I am. Laying in bed and I can hear the spiders taunting me...from the depths of those boxes.
Aw well. Tomorrow is a new day. Maybe, just maybe I'll look in another box.