See this armoire?
I included the door in that picture to give you an idea of how huge it is.
That there armoire holds a lot of stuff. Like, tons of it. At least three times since Christmas, I've marched resolutely to it, on a contact buzz from too many episodes of Mission Organization, ready to take everything out and organize and use bins! And the labelmaker!
I open the door and stand there, blinking, before quietly closing the door and slinking off.
That's a lot of crap!
Last Saturday morning after packing up my home office, I had the joy of attacking this monster. How many boxes would you think it would take to empty that bad boy?
I guessed six. Then I opened the door and decided twelve was more likely.
Nine, I believe, was the final number.
Did I tell you I'm moving? Guess that would have made more sense near the front, huh?