My name is Duncan and I am a hoarder

So before company came the other day my mom said "What stinks around here?"  We had already done a good bit of cleaning but Ms. Nose Almost As Good As Mine was still smelling something.  After going around and around in a dog like sniffing pattern that actually did us proud, puppers, she determined it was my toy box.  Go figure, she had a problem with "eau de toy basket."

 

There is no such thing as too many toys.

 

Personally, I did not feel that it was necessary to do an inventory.  I knew exactly every single thing that was in there and where it was in the aging process.  Everything was just fine as far as I was concerned.

Perfectly aged treat remnants.  Delicious!

 

I had stockpiled a good many treat parts in my basket to save for a rainy day.  You never know when mom or dad might get stuck at work longer than expected leaving you needing an afternoon snack or  pre-dinner appetizer.  Again, I don't know why she was so surprised to find my stash.  I knew exactly what was in there and where it was in the ripening process. 

I don't see anything in here that I am willing to part with, Mom.

 

Imagine my shock when I realized she was going to do some "weeding out." 

 

Listen mom, I don't comment on the fact that you're keeping 62 zillion pairs of shoes in your closet, I see no reason for you to concern yourself with what I keep in my so called closet.  And, by the way, some of your shoes smell way worse than any of my toys, just so you know.

 

Thank heavens I have had so much practice pulling things out of gift bags ... totally came in handy when it came time to pull my toys back out of the "sharing" bag.

 

I did let her wash a few for the sake of having a good smelling house when company arrived. 

 

But that is where I drew the line.

 

And the shoe comment totally got dad onboard with my team, which never hurts!