Minivan Messiness

As I was driving home today, I wondered why I couldn't breathe.  I checked the back seat and choked.  Oh, that's why.  The van had reached it's maximum capacity for stuff, and was now at Suffocation Level Red.  This happens about every two weeks. Time to clean out the van.



The pile o' junk





I was entertained by all the strange things I found secreted into the corners of my vehicle. Here is a list for posterity and your enjoyment:

• two balloons, one inflated, one not
• two yoga mats
• two yoga blocks
• three orange hunting vests (the season's been over for months now)
• one pair of men's swim trunks
• two pairs of underwear, one kid's, one men's
• a sock
• a bible
• a sweater
• a shirt
• a sippy cup
• a hat
• a blanket
• two dirty towels
• a Chic-fil-a cup
• two empty zip-lock bags
• a band-aid, unused
• a folder
• some junk mail
• a dog leash
• a notepad
• a hair clip
• a comb
• four VBS crafts
• a doll head
• a kid wallet
• three workout wrist straps
• a velvet bag, stuffed with shriveled balloons
• a cracker
• six rocks
• nine pairs of shoes, two of them men's
• lots of paper trash
• lots of dog hair in the trunk, uncollected

Please send help.  Apparently we have a problem. Thank you.