my husband's flarp

we decided to finally throw out my husband's flarp. this probably sounds way dirtier than it is. my husband got some flarp for his 40th birthday last year. it was part of a collection of childhood gag gifts from a good friend. as is evidenced by this blog, it's hard for me to throw anything sentimental away. 

wait! you're likely saying. this isn't yours. it's a gift your husband got! what does it even have to do with you? well, astute reader, while these are excellent points, the fact is, first, this was a gift from a good friend of ours and i thus felt some attachment to it. second, and perhaps more to the point, i do end up keeping his stuff sometimes (or making him keep it) because my over-sentimentality combines with deep anxiety over losing stuff and control issues, and gets triggered by what i perceive as his under-sentimentality (he has been known to throw out cards i've given him. sorry, honey, but you have.) he doesn't do it often, and he's not totally devoid of sentiment, but, well, anyway. back to the flarp. so i've been trying to clean, and this morning, he noticed the flarp, and said it had gotten gross. (yes, the point of flarp is to be gross, it's like silly putty that makes fart noises when you squish it, but i guess this had gotten gross in a different, aged, starting-to-separate sort of way.) so he decided to throw it out, and i concurred, excited to continue the very slow but hopefully steady purge. (does his stuff count toward my purge? hmmm.) anyway, here it is. to my credit (?) i had noticed it and thought we should throw it away even before he said something. but, not to my credit (against my credit? to my debit?) i didn't throw it away until he said something. it's gone now. i never thought i'd have a photo of flarp in my pictures folder.

ps - i confess i wrote this a few weeks ago and just edited and posted now. when i started this blog i thought i'd be writing, if not daily, then more often than this. but after the first post, i got both pulled in other directions, and distracted/overwhelmed by the decision of which item to post next. there are so many that need to go. don't ask me why the flarp finally made the cut. i'm sure that would require a deeper analysis of my psyche than either of us wants to undertake at this moment. bonus: this procrastination is actually a good example of why there are cans of flarp and other random goodies still festooning our home. (just saw a janeane garofalo comedy special in which she used the word "festoon" at least twice. it stuck with me.) hopefully the state of our home will change as this blog gets longer. anyway, toodles for now.

pps - expect a lot of PS's.