Spring is here, and you know what that means. It’s time to clean.

I got up at 6 this morning. I lugged my ass over to park on the other side of the borough to participate in spring clean up day. And it quite obvious murphy’s law was in effect again. For starters, I was waiting a half a hour for my next train. I got to the park 15 minutes late. And I felt so bad, because if you know me I hate being late. It was a funky chaos. I felt bad for the other team leaders because she had to work with a difficult site captain. The site captain is what I would call a control freak. And instead of sharing the work, he alienated the other team leader.

Enough about spring clean up day.

So when I got home, I continued my endless task of cleaning. I wondering if I should part with my Mock Trial jacket. The Daily News gave us each a jacket when we won the Mock Trial championship back in the day. Hey, what you think I would tell you what year? What fun would that be. It’s a hideous jacket that I probably will never wear, but then again it does hold sentimental value to an era of the good ‘ol high school days. So what do you think?

I know.. I know.. I’m such a pack rat.