they probably couldn't film a tv episode about my hoarding habits. but some things I never toss until they're well used. Above is the front half of a tattered birthday card from my parents. It's been holding credit card receipts in my desk since 1996. 22 freeking years. it finally wore out and split in half. I almost taped it together ... instead I tossed it. good grief -- it's been thru a desk change, a tornado and a move .... egads.
I also tossed all the old credit card receipts that I hadn't matched up to a credit card statement. At least they weren't 22 years old. seriously peeps, I don't know what gets in my head. I keep shit.
I hoard paper too ... cute little note pads, post it's with funny quips, lined, unlined. there must be a therapy program for said addiction. argh.
I bet some of that fabric in my stash is at least 15 years old. ya, it's a disease, there is no cure.
and the beans are up! got to see them on my evening walk.
must walk more
must walk often
must must must
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