The Spoils of my Vacuuming

A brief inventory of the stuff I just found under the sofa cushions while I was vacuuming:

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• Enough goldfish/pretzels/cheerios/dried-up raisins/Golden Grahams/popcorn remnants/Cookie Crisps to feed a third-world country (though not with nutritious foods, mind you.)
• 2 hair ties, which would have been helpful last week when I was . . . um . . . emptying the contents of my stomach into the toilet.
• 1 barrette
• 1 knitting needle, size 8
• 5 marbles . . .  totally safe when you live with a toddler.
• 1 empty box of raisins
• 2 pencils
• 1 crayon, yellow
• 1 miniature bat that belongs to a Build-a-Bear Yankee Bear.  I’m guessing he’s not raking in the RBIs this season since his bat has been located beneath the cushions of my couch.
• 1 Word Wall word
• 2 legos
• 1 sock, formerly black, but now covered in dog fur and dust
• 1 coupon to Babies R Us
• 1 juice box straw
• 1 Thomas the Tank Engine, 60^th Anniversary edition
• 1 serving spoon
• 1 chip clip, green
• 1 pen and 1 pen top, found separately
• 1 Target receipt
• 2 dryer sheets
• 1 yogurt tube, empty (thankfully)
• 1 Special K bar wrapper
• enough sand to make our property beach-front and/or to refill the sand box

The sound of the vacuum cleaner only muffled the sound of Small, who was safely standing 2 rooms away, repeating “is scawy” approximately 100 times (though I ball-park, admittedly,) and the dog, who barked as though I were entertaining a masked gunman for morning tea.