i mostly know how to do things through stringent missives. and, true to this nature, i've dubbed May the month of reclamation in our home. what are we reclaiming? well, really quite a few things. how about our home itself. our sanity. our dignity. our ability to walk through the the hallways in the middle of the night without kicking something stamped 'fisher price'. i'd like one of the hooks of my tie rack to not hold a pair of girls 'dora the explorer' underwear.

you know, just your basic, run-of-the-mill reclamation.