Today I have family helping out their mom to de-clutter and clean her home. Getting a house ready to sell is a large task for anyone, it becomes an even greater challenge when you're dealing with someone who leans towards apack-rat mind set. I can say this because my own mother can fall into the pack-rat category. It may that generation, hence my choice of the word pack-rat over today's word, hoarder. Although, not as bad as the television show, mind you.
So I texted back the following:
"In the garage I shutter, as a whiff of stench lingers in my nose, so I sputtered and stuttered while I uttered,"what the futter!" I muttered, "cheese cutters, butter tubs, an old gutter, linoleum cutters, and a putter, junk as far as the eye can see!
In the fridge, as far as the eye can see, dates of old apple butter, brown butter?, or is that green to be seen?, cocoa butter, peanut butter, and a 2008 jar of bread and butter! Alas I see the source of the smell, an anchovy butter long abandoned. I see its green sheen, wanted to scream, but threw up peagreen over my bluejean, as far as the eye can see.
So, I ask the nearby complaining teen, Colleen to clean while I dejean. I need a vaccine, a clean steam, as this latrine of sea green and clutter takes me aflutter. The only thing missing is snail butter!
I dutter, take a cigar cutter, and rutter to the beach, sea green, as far as the eye can see; as a whiff of sea lingers in my nose, I'm no longer nutters, I'm now all butters!"