Thursday, August 25, 2011
Welcome to 1995
I was helping my mom clean out a room in the house earlier today when I found a stack of continuous printer paper in a box. WHOA FLASHBACK! Remember all the fun things we would do with the perforated edges? (or was it just me because I was lame like that?)
The discovery begs the question--why in the world have we saved this stack of paper for over ten years? We don't even have a printer to use it anymore. Actually, as I type that, I have a premonition that the dead carcass of our old printer is probably hidden somewhere in the house, too.
So this is where my inability to throw anything away comes from....