About two years ago, expiry date tags came up in conversation three times in one week, and I took it as a sign that I should never throw one out ever again. Up until recently, I had been throwing them into a kitchen drawer. Over Christmas, I cleaned out a bunch of drawers, and I was thrilled with my tag stash. They are now being displayed in a pretty bowl. And that's why I am dangerously close to becoming a hoarder. Ironically I think I was cleaning out the drawers because I had stayed up late the night before watching that dang show, and I was scared silly when I looked away from the television, and my eyes were met with piles of knitting, crayons, polly pockets, books, blankets, and cereal. Okay, maybe my house doesn't stink of rotten food yet, but these things take time. I am clinging on to little pieces of pastel plastic!!! Oh dear. I'd say I've lost my marbles, but there's a whole 'nother bowl for those.
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