Vince has been cleaning. I really can’t make fun of Vince because I’m just as bad. He’ll find a pile that he needs to go through and he sorts and moves it here and there and in the end . . he’s thrown nothing away. I’ll do the same thing but in the end, I have my stuff all divided up into containers, with labels, and it’s entered on a spreadsheet so if I need dental floss, I go to my spread sheet, find which tub it’s in and go find it. No, it’s not quite that bad but almost.
The other day Vince came out with an old computer. He said “This is really old.” Yep. It was an E-machine that we bought some time before 2001. It had a dial up modem.
We never get rid of anything! I asked him last night if he threw it away. Nope, he took all the usable parts out of it and saved those and the “box” is going to be thrown away. Anyone believe that? Nothing ever goes out!
Again . . I can’t say anything. I’m the worst about not wanting to throw anything away but I feel justified since it’s on my spreadsheet and I can find it.
All I can say is this: Chad is going to be very mad at us when we die and leave all this to him but it really doesn’t bother me. I call it payback for all the gray hair he has given me. 🙂