Since it's allegedly spring, many of us are allegedly thinking about doing some cleaning. I've started to change over my closets and, while doing so, happened to find a duffel bag full of things I haven't worn in years. Like, 10 years. And let's just say, if I'd had access to gas and a match, I would've been roasting marshmallows all over this bitch.

In that vein, here are 5 fashions from the early 2000s that should never, ever, again be seen in the light of day.

For guys of a certain age, Danielle Fishel will always be the ultimate woman. Topanga from Boy Meets World -- or as some of my husband's friend still refer to her, To-bang-a -- was sponsor of her fair share of sticky socks and extra long showers in the '90s. And now she's baaaaaack ... not to mention more smokin' then ever on a rather confusing cover of Maxim.

Let's be real. Letting Fishel grocery shop in her undies and a trench coat is definitely a great way to get attention for her new sitcom, Girl Meets World, a Cory and Topanga spin-off of everyone's favorite '90s TGIF sitcom. Our husbands and brothers only wished Fishel had looked like this back in the day and worn these clothes ... or should I say NOT worn? The April issue of Maxim is going to sell. Period.

But there's a question that is just dying to be asked: who the heck are they marketing this show to?

So I guess you heard? The flu is going around. It's waiting to find you behind every corner, with every little microscopic drop from every little sneeze and cough. And it may even be heading your way on a tray from your waiter.

Think about it: Most restaurant workers do not get paid sick leave. Any day they're home sick, they're missing out on a paycheck. So ... what are you supposed to do?!? Take some medicine and show up for work, that's what.

Suddenly that Cobb salad is looking awfully sinister.

For weeks Hasbro, the makers of the game Monopoly, have been running a contest to allow fans to choose the new Monopoly token. They have also been allowed to choose which one goes. It's the first time in the game's nearly 100-year history that fans have had such a role.

As voting got hot, it seemed obvious that either the wheelbarrow, shoe, or iron were going to go. Today it was officially announced that the iron got the proverbial boot. (And the boot itself? Stays!) Meanwhile it was between a robot, diamond ring, cat, helicopter, or guitar for the new piece. Turns out, the cat got it. Meow.

The cat is totally adorable and I am happy for the game. But still. Wah. I have been playing with that iron since I was a little girl and now my kids won't get to. Why do all these games and shows and movies feel the constant need to reboot?

Three people sent this new Internet Explorer commercial to me before 10 a.m. and now it's my turn to share. Calling it a commercial seems inadequate, though -- it's more like a warm hug from an old elementary school friend with whom you used to trade fuzzies, Gushers, and Pogs and fight over the Joystick with while playing Oregon Trail in the computer lab. Simply and eternally, this is the best form of marketing I've ever seen, and if you're also a child of the '90s, I guarantee you'll feel the same way.

In this 80-second ad, you'll yearn for the days before cellphones, Facebook, Instagram, and the Internet in general ... and if you're anything like me, you might tear up, just a little, because dammit, life was simpler in the '90s, and it was awesome.

It seems like now is the time when everyone is planning their big family road trip for 2013, my little family included. My husband and I have been debating whether we'll make a big drive with our daughter, not to mention where and when, and I have to admit I've been feeling nostalgic for the trips of my childhood. Nothing we've talked about even faintly resembles the way we road tripped when we were kids. And I know from road tripping!

Back in the early '90s, we'd take the family minivan (not-so-affectionately called the Dustbuster because of its portable-vacuum shape) to Cape Cod every summer. I'd keep the travel log, while my little brother kept me thisclose to tearing my hair out.

Giving you misty water-colored memories, isn't it? Let's take a road trip down memory lane, shall we?