Thursday, December 25, 2008

Scrooge & Bones

Yes, our Christmas tree is down, loaded into the garage, and all I need to do is vacuum. Our neighbor, Megan at Fort Lewis, used to call me Scrooge because I wouldn't leave the tree up. I love Christmas, but our house is so small and it takes up so much room. We still have one more Christmas celebration at my mom's house on Sunday.

Since I was cleaning up the Christmas stuff, I got on a roll and while the kids were playing with their new toys. I am a stacker by nature, and come by it honestly on my mother's side. It's bad. I decided it was time to file and sort and toss. I found Ab's backpack from last school year hidden in the corner behind some boxes.

I started to clean out her backpack (the nice one we got her in Hawaii before Gunner deployed) and found all of her missing socks...dirty of course. I found tons of scraps of paper, broken pencils, hair pretties, rocks, and then I reached in a pocket and pulled out a bone. I kind of freaked out for a bit, and then sat there looking at it.

It's a bone from a t-bone steak. One that is dried out. I'm sure she found it outside at BLORA this summer, and that's what I get for not cleaning out her backpack sooner. I'm totally disgusted. I might need to clean her room tomorrow and make sure she isn't hiding anything else out in there. I guess at least it wasn't a human bone....

3 comments:

Old Cowboy Dan said...

Several years ago, C8 forgot a sandwich in her backpack and didn't find it for a year. Nedless to say, she got a new backpack as the old one had rotted through.

C8's back must weigh more that the one I carried in the Army and it included supplies for a week. I don't see how the kids do it.

armywife said...

ewwwwww....my little sis does stuff like that. my mom is constintly finding weird things in her bag. and shes 13.

Carissa said...

My mom always takes the tree down right away too. That doesn't make you a scrooge!