That Unclutter site did refer me to the Operation PaperBack, which sends books to the troops. That I can get behind, because bored, stressed people will jump at the chance to read even the weird old stuff I've got.

Aha! So, as long as one of you was sauced to some degree, then Jars' observation still stands.

And balance is restored to the Universe...

Huh, I had forgotten you were a tipsy-goth.

I'd had something like two or three of the infamous alcoholic milkshakes. So I was tipsy AND sugared-up.

what if I'm in the middle of a project and I NEED that box of random lace, ribbon, and feathers? Not to mention the random bits of sparkly jewelry?

Replace "lace," "ribbon," "feathers," and "sparkly jewelry" with "random metal parts," "conveyor belt chain," "all the tools in the WORLD," and "a chicken-egg incubator," and you've got The Boy.

I *desperately* want to unclutter his house, but -- it's his house. He can only get rid of so much before a panic attack sets in. So it's very very VERY slow going.

I'm a bit sceptical about what happens when you tell a doctor you are doing all the right things but not losing weight. I get a lot of, "If that is really what you are eating you should be losing weight," without any follow-up testing to find out why I'm not.

Weight loss (or weight, in general) is mysterious hoodoo that doesn't necessarily point to good stuff or bad stuff going on. A lot of times, your body knows what weight it wants to be and doesn't like to budge from that.

Nora got here before I could, so I'll just point and nod.

roommate's dad is a packrat and much of his clutter is in our garage but sometimes that's a good thing, like the time I found out we were having a solar eclipse and I called him to tell him how to make a pinhole camera. He said, "here's what you do- you go in the garage and find my welders helmets." There were three welders helmets in our garage! All the neighborhood kids came over to take turns looking at the eclipse. And if a horse ever runs loose through our neighborhood we have a bridle and saddle. Not sure if we'll ever get any use out of those canada geese decoys, though.

I am addressing my multiple anxiety attacks about the vet trip (in 1.5 hours) by biking hard. I should be washing dishes or packing or something productive, but they are not distracting.

The guy whose house we just bought is a huge packrat also. I have no idea how he's going to get all that stuff out. Things like those aluminum roasting pans you buy for $2 at Safeway, stored neatly in the ceiling beams.

Just cleaned out the shelves in my closet. Why do I have a set of twin sheets and a twin blanket? I don't have a twin bed. I think that getting rid of the junk got me room for my winter clothes there, so now I can get them off my couch.

I love the Japanese SO MUCH! [link]

We have lots of places where you can donate clothes and such, but they all frown on just dropping off a bag of stuff on your way to work, outside of their drop off hours (by the end of the day, I just want to go home, not go out of my way in the head of the afternoon). I occasionally put together a bag of stuff under Hubby's radar, and it would be very convenient to pull in to the thrift store's drop zone in the morning.

There's a vietnam vets drop-off right by my work. The attendant always tries to give me a receipt but I don't itemize deductions so I don't need it. Last time he saw me coming and had the receipt all written out and handed it to me before I could protest.