<p>haha - i always have mounds of stuff everywhere, but my mounds are actually organized. im really funny about stuff like that - i appear to be the biggest slob, but i always know where everything is. right now I have a mound of clothing by my door, a mound of cd’s on my desk, and a mound of miscilaneous stuff to go back to college. I’m such a packrat.</p>
<p>The strangest thing – not funny though – was a sexual autobiography. Left on a desktop, not in a diary, and discovered one day while cleaning the room.</p>
<p>Cheers
loved the tale of the mystery wires and frankensten computers</p>
<p>speaking of mounds…this was when my daughter was little. Under her bed we found a mound of chewable vitamin/fluoride tablets half eaten. In spite of us having her open her mouth to make sure she chewed them, she hid them under her tongue and made a pile of at least 50 under the bed…cleaned under the bed more often after that.</p>
<p>oh dear speaking of books, my daughter has a book where the title rhymes with bunt: a Declaration of Independence :eek:, thank the goddess it is not a picture book, but I still feel like I should be shocked that my little girl knows such a word.</p>
<p>Organization and Cleanliness,from time to time. Strange yes.</p>
<p>My husband came down earlier this year and scared me to death with “OH MY GOSH you’ll never guess what I found upstairs.” </p>
<p>I immediately of the three Ps…pot, porn, or panties</p>
<p>Nope, it was son’s bag of toiletries and his SHOES for his debate meet. He’d been gone for two days already and not said a word.</p>
<p>I need to go hide a few things.</p>
<p>Oh my goodness, did this question bring back memories. Ten years ago I found a box with night-vision goggles, our missing binoculars, a black beanie and gloves, and a female undergarment in the room of our sociable, sunny, smart 16-year-old son. You could have knocked me over with a feather!</p>
<p>A locked metal bank under his bed with a note attached for his brother…“Mike, KEEP HANDS OFF!”</p>
<p>The weirdest things are the items given him as gifts which pertain to his unique interest…four plush viruses (Ebola, HIV, Black Plague, and Flesh-eating Strep) and a t-shirt which depicts major Ebola facts, including a map of Africa and lists of symptoms (no, I didn’t have this made—but it wasn’t easy to come across! <em>lol</em>).</p>
<p>~berurah</p>
<p>Jimmy Hoffa … Shhhhhh!</p>
<p>2331 just reminded me. Not my child, but I never forgot this. H’s large family lived in v small apt. with “dining table” in kitchen and washing machine directly behind it. Washing machine needed replacing, and when it was removed, large portion of the space between it and the wall was filled with petrified mashed potatoes. Everyone immediately knew which of the 8 kids was responsible - and it was good for a laugh then and for many years thereafter.</p>
<p>lol, aim78</p>
<p>oh, this thread just reminded me…</p>
<p>I went home for this past weekend (friday-monday) and when i got home, there was a good thirty feet of bubble wrap in my room! talk about a strange thing to find :)</p>
<p>my dad brought it home for me because he thought i would like to play with it, lol. before i cameback on monday, i stripped the blankets off my parents bed, lined it with bubble wrap, and but the blankets back on. I didn’t talk to them today, but i’m sure my dad got a kick out of it. </p>
<p>:)</p>