If anyone's looking for a house to rob...

I offer you my basement.

It is OUT. OF. CONTROL.

There must be a gazillion boxes down there - and that's hardly an exaggeration.

I would post a picture...but I'm too embarrassed.

I keep walking down there, looking around, walking around. Bending over to open a box to see if it's anything I want to unpack. It's not, so I close it, and walk around some more. Then I walk upstairs to do dishes, laundry, vacuum...pretty much anything that will make me feel less guilty about not working in the basement.

I'll probably take a picture and add it to this later. Maybe that'll guilt me into cleaning up down there???

I doubt it.

Humph.

So, if you know any seasoned criminals, please send them my way.