The garbage bin is on my way back into the house from the mailbox. I've been quickly sorting through mail on the way in, and chucking things that are obvious trash before they even get in the house. That's making a difference.

I pull out catalogs and credit card applications and obvious junk mail (somehow our address ended up on political mailing lists with someone else's name; I really need to write them and tell them to stop sending me shit for John Weeda), but I never opened Tim's mail unless it was a utility bill or something that applied to me as well as him. But I'm going to start opening it all so he can go through it when he comes home from work, rather than letting it pile up to be dealt with at some amorphous time in the future that never arrives.

Oh, crap, I think I have a check I need to deposit. For something like $5, but still. I wonder where that is. {Nope, just found it and it is for $42. I think i have deposited checks with my phone before, how did I do that?}

Tim and I have a lot of similar challenges, I've noticed.

When we cleaned out my great aunt's apartment after she died my mom found something like $27,000 in uncashed, expired checks. She wasn't a hoarder, just forgetful.

My door has a mail slot. When I open the door when I get home from work, the bottom of the door pushes the mail into the corner. I've let it pile up for way too long. (I'll usually glance at it to make sure there isn't anything important, but then all the rest of the stuff just stays on the floor until I get some motivation.)

Woes, paypal doesn't do deposit-by-phone anymore.

-t, I don't know when they stopped. It was a great service.

I'm home! Trying out the new bluetooth keyboard. It's a little small and I kinda wish I could strap it to my thigh...I may rig something. I just want to be able to touch type again. And have numbers and caps without cycling through keyboard screens. Sometimes. It may be annoying at others. Autocorrect seems to be off.

When we cleaned out my great aunt's apartment after she died my mom found something like $27,000 in uncashed, expired checks.

Oh my gosh. I would've cried.

-t, what was your stainless steel french press link again? I got one, but they mistook 8 cup for 8 oz. Not gonna fly. Hope I can gift receipt at William Sonoma for cash...

When we cleaned out my great aunt's apartment after she died my mom found something like $27,000 in uncashed, expired checks. She wasn't a hoarder, just forgetful.

Holy crap.

Steph: [link]

And sign me up for the skunk lifestyle as well!