I could totally be a hoarder.

That’s my secret.

Well, I guess its not really a secret…especially to my husband. He has seen firsthand the crazy that I can become when confronted with the prospect of getting rid of things. I have seriously called him at work on garbage and recycling pick up day, livid that he has thrown away a cardboard diaper box without asking me first. I will rant about how I could have used that box, and how it would be ridiculous to have to go buy a cardboard box if I ever needed one, and how there is plenty of room up in the attic to hold a nice little stockpile of cardboard justincase.

“Just in case what?” is often his reply.

I don’t know why I hate throwing away cardboard boxes. Maybe its because I hate that our city doesn’t recycle them. Maybe its because I fantasize about all of the craft projects I could do with them. Maybe I’m just cheap. Or crazy. Or cheap and crazy.

Who knows.

But Office Depot totally gets me. They want to feed my addiction to hoarding cardboard.

See, I ordered this printer at Office Depot. It was a printer I had been watching for a while, and with the sale price and a coupon code, it was more than half off. Plus, if your order totaled $50 or more, you got free next day shipping. However, my order, after the coupon, was $49 and change. So I ordered an eraser, too.

I guess Office Depot is not allowed to just tape the eraser to the outside of the printer box.

Office Depot, you have my heart. Thanks for the lovely, perfectly-sized box. Now excuse me while I go hide it before my evil husband tries to throw it away.

The past month has been a blur of activity around here. Birthdays, football games, oral surgeries, car repairs, home repairs, family visits, staying up until 1…2…3 in the morning every other night working…

A my poor little blog has sat neglected, because it honestly feel down the list of important things that needed to be done.

And I really haven’t had a lot that I wanted to write about, really. Just haven’t been in the mood.

So, I’ll be back sometime (hopefully sooner rather than later).

Y’all, this is her second day or school, and the first day that I have to take her and drop her off by myself. Fingers crossed that I can make myself leave her there