In re: rashness.
I have, more than once in my life, employed that strategy.
As of last week, I loved this job. This week, with the boss-fuss, ita and stuff with my landlord...well, I agree that rashness has value, I just don't want to make a decision in a huff. Right now, it would be full-frontal huff and that look is not a good look on me.
eta: Cheez-whiz! I'm sleep deprived too. I'm off to do something about that.
Sweet dreams, y'all in the Americas.
it's just that I can hardly describe the feeling when I realize that I need a box and then find the perfect box in my collection.
Handy for mailing eBay stuff, too.
I get that, bonny. I used to collect boxes when I was selling stuff a lot. But I stopped doing that so much, and I realized the box collection was taking up valuable real estate I could be using to store other stuff. It became a burden instead of a joy, basically. Like Marie Kondo says, if it's a joy keep it, if not get rid of it. I think that applies very well to lots of things.
A total opiate thing.
You may have a box addiction.
"Do you love things that fit perfectly inside other things? You may be at risk for Box Addiction!"
You may have a box addiction.
This is probably a given.
"Do you love things that fit perfectly inside other things? You may be at risk for Box Addiction!"
Such a perfect description of Matilda's MO.
You guys, I want to come back, but I'm in hiding from the internets.
We need to get you a sneaky alias that rhymes with CindyWrites. You'd better come up with something quick or you'll wind up as BendyBites or FriendlySmites.
What is that from, Zen?
'Cuz I think I need that newsletter.