I went on a cleaning rampage tonight. Kids, cats, husband all got the hell out of my way as I took a broom and swept a pile of stuff out from under my 13-year-old's bed. Besides the usual trash (papers, broken pencils, post-it-notes, empty water bottles, a scattering of spilled guinea pig food, crushed cheezits, assorted hard candies and dust bunnies) that tends to accumulate under beds -well, at least under her bed) I found six CD's (all without cases and four of which are now permanently damaged), four DVD's (one of which was literally broken in half, the head of a troll doll, a headless barbie (I don't want to know - I just don't want to know!) random stones, 16 paint brushes (several still with paint on them), three canvases, two melted candles, more pieces of broken jewlery than I care to count, bent playing cards, half a swiss roll (whcih MUST have been there for at least a month - that's the last time I bought them, and you want to know the scarey thing? IT HADN'T GONE MOLDY! O_O ) 8 bottles of nail polish, a good dozen rubber bands, 15 mate-less socks, 87 cents in pennies, a back pack, two purses, three baseballs, a broken bat, six archie magazines, a KISS t-shirt, two pairs of jeans (and she was wondering what happened to them all?) two hoodies, four pairs of underware, three composition books, a uncompleted social studies assignment from November, 11 stuffed animals in various states of dustiness, a pink bouncy ball, half a bag of pistachios, pistachio shells, a cat collar, 16 strands of mardi-gras beads, two kitchen towels, three forks, four books (The Diary of Anne Frank, Percy Jackson and the Olympians (lightning thief), Teen Yoga and a book on Crop Circles.