I think of myself as a minimalist.
But I actually hoard a few select things.
One, boxes, which you saw earlier. I don’t know why but it pains me to get rid of a good box. I tend to just keep them all until we move and then I get rid of them.
This is my logic: They’re so useful! But they take up so much space! And in the end you don’t need them! Keep them all!
The second thing I hoard might be surprising.
It takes a whole suitcase to move them all.
That’s not the worst of it.
The bags on top are also filled with herbs and spices.
You know, in case I run out.
Do you hoard anything? Tell me I’m not the only one.
Quotes from Felicity:
F: “This house is so mess!”
(This was the day after we got back from Dallas.)
Me: “So do you like the house, Felicity?”
F: “This is not our house.”
(When we first showed the kids the new house.)
F: But I don’t want all these things in the car.
(When we were taking some random things over to the new house.)
F: Can I have Daddy’s taco?
Me: Daddy’s taco?
F: The one with choc-ate on it?
(Those would be the moving/birthday donuts.)
Felicity: My nose is so fast.
Me: Your nose is so fast?
F: Yes. I don’t know why it do that.
Me: Oh, you mean it’s runny?
Boy1: That was a fun day!
Boy2: I wish we could have a Valentine’s Day party everyday!
Boy3: I can’t wait until dinnertime when we can tell Daddy about all the things we got. He will probably be disappointed that he didn’t get to go to the Valentine’s Day party.
Me: Yeah. Probably.
So, what do we have here? More presents for me? Oh, goodie.
Wait a second, is that what I think it is?
Why does everyone get me clothes?!