The neighbors (Nan & Pap) are taking up permanent residence in their RV. I think it is a fitting way to retire. All of their stuffz will be up for grabs this spring, when we will be hosting an estate sale. As I have cleaned out my closet, I have contributed things to the pile of stuff to be sold.
This morning, I decided to clean under the bed.
I found coat hangers.
I hoard coat hangers.
I have bags of them in storage. I had piles of them under the bed.
I suppose it's time to let go of some insanity in my life. It's time to let go of this compulsion to hoard coat hangers.
Why do I hoard coat hangers? I do not know. I have carted off hundreds of them in the past two years, and yet I still have dozens and dozens stashed.
The coat hangers are just a symptom, y'all. So is the shopping. However, today I am choosing to remain in conscious denial. There is nothing wrong with me. So what if I hoard coat hangers? Have y'all ever noticed how many coat hangers a man can break whilst yanking clothes out of the closet?
Yet there is such a thing as too much of a good thing.
I'm going to go get rid of some coat hangers so I can make room for more tissue. Because my tissue comforts me.