We need to tackle our office next, as neither of us have any idea of what's stored on those hard-to-reach top shelves. We started on this project last weekend, which is to say, Robb got a lot done, and I was unable to make ruthless decisions about my stuff. At least it is in relatively neat piles, which must count for something, right?
If the "Big One" earthquake comes when I'm sitting in the office, I would hate for my last thoughts to be "What the hell is all this crap" as tumbling boxes of who-knows-what crush me to death.
That photo is not from our apartment (as if!) but rather from Flickr.