It’s hard to admit things sometimes but since we all are friends I thought I would go ahead and confess.
Since we moved I’ve had this desire to purge (not my food, obviously. Please note the lack of gym bitching) and throw out all our shit. I mean why do we have so much stuff?!
When I come across something that I know we don’t need I go to throw it away. But then I start to think. And things get scary.
What if in 13 years I need this spatula and then I’m all like “Man I shouldn’t have thrown away that spatula 13 years ago!”
And I keep the damn spatula. Or shirt from 6th grade. Or my dog’s first toy that is now just a piece of cloth.
I’m a HOARDER (not to be confused with whore). Yes people it’s true. And it doesn’t help that the Hubs is an excessive hoarder as well. I mean he might wear that shirt from 8th grade that went along with his Ryan-Phillippe-frosted-tip-spiked-hairdo, but he won’t be wearing it around me!
If my house starts looking like this just call and get me some help!!