Aspies For Freedom

Under my bed is a boxed wedding dress and a laptop computer.  What is under yours right now?

long-lost socks and t-shirts

books,books,..a spare pc case..Lego,socks,that t-shirt i really like that i havent seen in MONTHS....books...bits of a cybot..some tools....cables,PCgames..misc stuff

quite a lot,actually

Several portfolios of artwork, containing a history of my creative development from drawings of ancient egypt (aged 5), my GCSE art coursework (aged 16) up to the artwork that I used in my final degree exhibition last year (aged 24).

LOL Since I loved biology as a small child, parents gave me a dissection kit, complete with preserved specimens  (like a crayfish) and a surgical scalpel. What were they thinking? I used to pester my parent's guests for blood samples for my slides.

Last time I looked there was all the excess mains cables that connect the extension leads to the main wall sockets in my room.

Me too. Probelm was I was fascinated with fire. I figured it has to be some sort of material that glowed. Something created when things burn. So I wound up throwing different chemicals into open flame looking for reactions one day when my mother was out. Found a few, and took out a set of curtains in the process. Nothing sufficient to figure out WHAT it was that was glowing, though.

Still have have a scar from my mother's reaction.

haha :-) There might be some underwear or something too

less said the better
:looks around nervously before stamping down on his lumpy,lumpy carpets:

there is dust under my bed.

Beware the evil furry dust bunny monsters. They sometimes move without a breeze.

A bunch of duffel bags... in case I have to take off during the night because the ASPARs are after my children...

{sneaky look to the left}

{sneaky look to the right}

ha ha ha. We packed up all our soft goods to move to the other side of the US a few years ago and still use them for basic packing.

Probably the occasional sock, shoes my husband has probably already replaced since he's too disorganized to have his shoes in one place... and probably about a hundred pacifiers... my baby liked to throw them and then scream so that we have to wake up in the middle of the night to find said pacifiers. I haven't looked for them since... I'm pretty sure I finally cleaned up all the extra old bottles... icky.

All the books left over after filling both (massive) bookcases, and my dirty laundry (I have a really small bedroom.

Hehe. Discovered our poodle had stolen and hoarded my niece's bottles under the couch. Clearly a covert milk sucking operation.