Life lint. We're drowning in it. 
(See Lego man visual aid at right.)

These bits and pieces of life that slough off as we go through the daily routine are embarrassing, unpleasant, and annoying. (Among other less appealing objects, Archie discovered a stray Smartie under the couch cushions while I was trying to take pictures. And no, I can't believe I'm posting a picture of what's under my couch cushions either.)

No sooner do I clear it up than someone comes home and empties their pockets on the bathroom counter, or the stuff winds up in the laundry.



To the right is a collection of things that have found their way through the washer, and sometimes the dryer. It includes some fairly large items... yes, that is a dead cell phone on the left, and the smiley face was created out of a glop of drywall mud by my son-in-law. I haven't had the heart to throw it away yet.




To the left is the "extra" drawer on my hubby's side of the bathroom cabinet. Why do we even have extra drawers and extra closets and extra shelves? Our garages overflow and so do our waistbands. Americans have storage units for their storage units.




It's not just our houses and cars and storage units. It's our bodies. We overload ourselves with useless food and drink on a daily basis. Sure, it looks good at the moment, tastes good while it's in our mouths, and then what? Life lint. Or, in the case of the body... life lard. Ew. Our bodies pack it away into designated storage units called fat cells. Just think of thousands of little storage sheds, packed to bursting, strapped to your butt, or your thighs, or your belly.

And just like I'd rather close the drawer, hide the laundry room, and put the cushions back without cleaning up the gunk, I'd rather disguise my fat cells and ignore them than go to all the effort to shrink them down to normal size. (In case you are confused, that "effort" is called exercise, and even after five years of consistent physical activity I STILL have to do battle with my flesh to push play on the DVD and make myself move.)


Hmm. Isn't the season of Lent coming up? Maybe I'll use that 40 days to give up lint, for Lent. It will make moving so much easier! Anyone want to join me?