Conquest of the Pantry

Well, it took a while, but I have more or less conquered the pantry. I feel bad about all the expired food I threw out, but hopefully since Andrew and I live here now we'll be able to keep things under control. Mom has already argued with me about how I organized some of it, but I never expected a simple thank you.
I'm getting ready to head out and turn in a job application. Fun stuff. I probably should have gotten that done when we were out doing stuff at Pan Am the other day, but it's hot out there. ... And I'm back! Dinner was had with Noemi and my folks. I think we're going to go see Hairspray tomorrow for Amanda's birthday. Let it be noted that she is going to be ... 9. I think. I'm pretty sure.
Also on the schedule for tomorrow is cleaning. *sigh* Mom is serious about this whole decluttering thing. I think I'm going to make her sit down so we can work out a game plan of what room we're starting in and where we are putting things for the magical yard sale. And I am going to have a talk with her about the fact that I am going to be doing my best to help her break habits and get rid of things and she needs to not get upset with me when I tell her to get rid of something. I forsee many many arguments. But not now. Now, I am off to dash off a birthday present for Amanda. Maybe a little messenger bag, since she wants to start going to the library. Or maybe I'm being ambitious.

So much to do, so little interest in doing it...

I'm so bored. And Andrew isn't awake yet. I ought to be doing something productive, but here I am writing on LJ and listening to Puck be very concerned about something, though I have no idea what. And it's not the usual sit in one place and whine at the ceiling thing, he is wandering around whining, and looking at me every few minutes to make sure that I am noticing him trying desperately to tell me something.
I need to go clean out the pantry. I really ought to go clean out the pantry. I threw out a bottle of salad dressing that expired in 2003, and it's not like it had been shoved to the back of the shelf, no it was right up front in plain view. I was hoping to put it on my salad. Okay... lunch and then with the pantry cleaning. If you never hear from me again, assume I have been bludgeoned to death by the sentient can of peas that Puck was trying to warn me about.