||[Jan. 22nd, 2005|11:49 pm]
While my mother and I were out doing mother-daughter bonding things (read: shopping) Husband cleaned out our catch-all closet. Not just organized, cleaned. Four more bags of trash (that comes out to 120 pounds) and two boxes to take to Goodwill. Since that created a clear path to the file cabinet which sits in the back of the closet, I took an hour to go through it and ended up with another bag of trash and enough empty space to actually file all the stuff that's been sitting on top of it for the last three years.
I hope I wasn't wrong in assuming I don't need my insurance claim statements from 1991.