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Here's a blogging carnival I don't think anyone has ever thought up - Monday Macabre. Catchy, isn't it? I do love alliteration.

I'll go first on this inaugural Monday Macabre Day. Have you ever thought about what people would find if you (sadly, tragically, and we pray it doesn't happen) died and they went through your things? Probably not. No sane person would waste precious time while alive wondering about something like that.

Which explains why I have.

I honestly have. Once I bought myself a celebratory bag of Doritos because I deserved them. Having the willpower to not make that large bag a single serving size, I was stuck with the remainder of my Doritos. I could put them in the pantry. Then, the kids would find them, know I had bought them, know I had eaten half the bag (In my defense, I never claimed to eat the serving size the bag suggested), and then they would eat the rest. Now, we can't have that. So, I hid the bag in my closet under my carefully folded and color-coded sweaters. No one would discover them there. But I did stop to think about what people would think about me if they were going through my closet and found my Doritos.

I have carefully documented my love of hiding all manner of things in my dryer. Imagine what someone who hadn't read my blog or wasn't in my immediate family would make of that.

If someone (even an immediate family member) would open the wardrobe in my bedroom, they would know I was a deranged individual. On those four small shelves you would find books I've bought but can't remember who I was giving them to, treasures from my children's deceased great-grandparents that I am afraid to give to them yet so they are stuffed in grocery bags and old newspapers as well as gift bags, skeins and skeins of yarn because I might any day quit blogging and knit all of our family's clothes, beads and jewelry making supplies, cotton sheets stuffed into their matching pillowcases because it is flannel sheet season now, framed photos from my college days that I don't know what to do with but hate to throw away, my hot glue gun (which is a weapon in my hand - but only to myself), old math supplement books that some of my kids have needed in school, a basket full of everything pertaining to the treasurer's job for the music booster's organization at our local middle school. (Let me just interrupt here to say that the one job I swore, actually swore, I would never do was treasurer. Let me also say that our local middle school is the only school I do not have a child attending this year. Can anyone explain that to me?) Anyway, if I walk into my room one day and the wardrobe in in splinters, I will know it has spontaneously exploded from holding so much stuff that has no relationship to what the poor antique's design.

Quilts? You'll find them in the antique music cabinet in my parlor. Sure, there's some music books in there too. They are on the top two shelves. Extra school lunch supplies? Try the drawers in the bathroom vanity.

And let's not even get into the half-done projects and other items that scream "This woman is a master procrastinator and never finished anything in her life." Because those things are everywhere.

I just hope nothing happens to me until I can get this place cleaned up and organized. But if it does, could one of you take blame for the candy stuffed in my sock drawer?