And he needs two complete shoe wardrobes!

He only owns like 3 pairs of guy shoes, I think. Black Chucks, random black leather Sketchers, and dress shoes. I seriously think his heels and boots number into the 60s, possibly 70s now. My mind is boggled.

Well, the drill press is history.

I do cling to that victory.

Any interest in a diy garden project?

If Tim actually does projects, he's way ahead of the people on Hoarders.

If Tim actually does projects, he's way ahead of the people on Hoarders.

Well, it's like 1 a year.

My mother at one point counted her antique china (one specific pattern of what's actually earthenware) and realized she had place settings for 32. That's a Victorian place setting - dinner plate, breakfast plate, lunch plate, bread and salad plates, butter pats, coffee cups, tea cups, multiple coffee/tea pots, serving dishes and platters, one complete washstand set (large basin, cold water pitcher, hot water pitcher, tooth mug, case for toothbrush, chamber pot with lid and waste jar) plus assorted other pieces.

Wow, that is impressive.

Looks like Sheriff David Clarke is now a deputy secretary at DHS. Sure. Why not. That seems like a great idea.

Living in relatively small apartments for the past 28 years (and having a relatively small discretionary budget for most of that time) has kept the worst of my collecting impulses at bay. Aside from books, there's not a lot that I buy on impulse.

I've very carefully avoided getting a storage unit. Expense aside, that would just end in thousands of books mouldering away, to be discovered—mostly unread by me—by my great-grand nephews and nieces in 2057. "Why did great aunt Calli have an illustrated guide to the lost rivers of London?" "Dude, why wouldn't she?" And then that one, special young adult who is unfortunate enough to take after me would lug thousands of semi-intact books back to zir home, where they'd lie in further unread glory for another 40 years (or until they decayed beyond recovery, which ever comes first).

We're all doomed. I mean, good news for Milwaukee County inmates, at least in the short term. But this is really horrific.

I'm about to run headfirst into my pseudo-hoarding issue (not that I can't let go of stuff, it's that I never find the time to go through it and discard what's useless or outdated). The plumbing behind my washing machine sprang a leak this week, with the result of water seeping into my bedroom from the closet that shares a wall with the laundry alcove. Luckily most of the paper goods in my closet are in big plastic bins, but I'm going to have to be merciless in throwing away old jeans and knick-knacks to avoid growing a mushroom farm.

(not that I can't let go of stuff, it's that I never find the time to go through it and discard what's useless or outdated).

Ding ding ding! That and I buy too much crap in the first place.