I have collected several different things over the years. I usually tire of them and move on to something else. My schrank is full of things I have collected on our travels throughout the world.
Today I spent my morning in class--I can quit worrying about my post test as I made a 92!
This afternoon I spent helping my mom (minus the hour I was gone for microdermabrasion) clean out a few files in her computer room.
If anyone knows my family, we have a hoarding problem (my SIL was disappointed that they couldn't genetically screen for this during her pregnancy, lol). If there is a horizontal surface it will have a pile. Our family knows what is in those piles and can find anything in a moment's notice. Well sometimes.
While I was helping my mom organize (aka downsize) I realized what her true love is.
My mom collects three rings binders.
The bigger the better. Not just wimpy 1" or 2" binders, we are talking 5"+. They are all different colors, all different styles, all with a different story.
Not just one binder. Not just two binders. Over 30+ binders, all empty. I know that there are more in the house. I wonder what the final count will be.
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