That’s what my sister said when I cleaned out my truck.
My truck has been a point of shame for the last five years. I moved and some stuff never moved out of my truck. Some stuff was there before I moved. A lot of stuff was added after I moved. It became a running joke, but one that deep down was more embarrassing than funny.
One thing I can say is that it never got so bad that a window was covered.
The toilet paper was in there less than a week. It wasn’t toilet paper that I “needed”; rather, Rocketdog bought it, decided her toilet didn’t like it, and I bought her kind to trade with her. Moving on.
An hour, two trash bags, one load of laundry (a bathrobe, snow pants, a dress, a tshirt, and sundry socks and arm warmers), and a couple arm loads later I had this:
I know, right? Now I just gotta find a home for all the stuff I brought inside (which is, truthfully, the reason I put it off as long as I did). 😦