Intervention

The First Step Is Admitting You Have A Problem
Hello we are the Furious Family and we have clutter management issues...

Click through for the pics and self-flagellation.

Basement Blogging

So, do any of you fine readers ever wonder about the Fortress of Fury? Does Mr Furious blog poolside with a Corona at arms length? Maybe from a deer blind as he polishes his bolt-action?...Underground bunker?...Well, wonder no longer...

Here is your long-awaited (or not) look into the cockpit where I pilot the Starship Furious...


"Crap Factor Six, Mr Chekov!"

Why am I sharing this abomination? Because this is my self-initiated intervention—"You're a fucking slob, Mr Furious. I know you're busy as hell, and this isn't all your fault, but look at that fucking disaster." Mrs. F packed up all the Halloween decor, but I can't even get the bins over to the storage closet. Something has to give...


[L to R, top] 1. The bottom of the steps—where we shove everything from upstairs when we need to quickly get things out of the way. Supposedly a "temporary staging area," and those things will be put away when we have time. That time never arrives. 2. Another view of my desk. Shudder. 3. Believe it or not, that treadmill does get used. The pilates machine too. Just not by me... [bottom] 4. The home "theater." How relaxing... 5. You thought you had a hard time finding the remotes... 6. Clothes unloaded from the dryer onto the concrete floor still count as "clean."

So I am posting these for some motivation, and, assuming I'm ever done, for affirmation. Of course, as I took these photos this afternoon, I had grand plans of cranking out some serious cleaning while Baby F napped and Kid F was at a birthday party...Might even have some football on in the background...As soon as I snapped 'em, Baby F woke up, distraction ensued and ten hours later the room is exactly the same.

An auspicious beginning...