This time the cleaning house isn’t my actual house… it’s my email inbox.  My regular email… the one I’ve had for years and years.  I am amazed at the vast number of emails I get in a day; between all my email addresses I easily reach 100 messages most days.

Opening my email inbox some days causes me to think like Erma Bombeck,

“My second favorite household chore is ironing. My first being hitting my head on the top bunk bed until I faint.”

So I made the decision… all those newsletters that hit my inbox are combed over until I see the “unsubscribe” link and then… I click it.  Inside of my head, the masses cheer and there is much rejoicing.  I’m giddy as I click the confirm button to remove myself from each list.  Some of these “newsletters” are telling me the SAME THING – only under a different “club”.

Oh sure, I know… my email address will get added to ten more lists just to make me feel guilty for leaving this one list, but I don’t care!  I have a SPAM Filter!  It catches most of the crap.  HUZZAH!  Take THAT you evil-doers!  Take that you signer-uppers of all things SPAM!  SUCK MY BALLS!  Oh… hang on.  I better not get too cocky or next thing I know my Spam filter will be overwrought and overflowing… and, as DH always says in response to my uttering of “Suck my balls!”…. “Present them.”  He’s got me there… it’s pretty much an empty threat.

I feel light.  Floaty.  The weight of thousands of tons of electronic waste has been lifted.

I can’t be the only person giddy over unsubscribing.