So yesterday’s post about Bea’s letter got me thinking about old letters, Valentine’s, tie-dyed license plate covers and other tokens of cheater affection. (To the uninitiated, my cheating ex once gave me a tie-dyed license plate cover for Christmas after D-Day. Because I’m a “hippy chick.”)
There’s THAT crap — the crap they gave you. And then there is the other detritus of cheaters — the crap they leave behind. Their high school year books… their pilled sweaters… their children. Somehow cheaters seem to think personal organizing is YOUR job. And aren’t you building a shrine for them? Save it! Because you could always be Plan B if you pick me dance hard enough!
I’d like to know — what did you do with their crap? Did you get a 24-foot-cubic dumpster? A storage locker? A shredder (to make “chumpfetti”)?
And of course, no sooner do you make a decision about their crap, then they’re asking for it. “Do you have my book on West Virginia coal mining?” (This was an actual query sent to my lawyer.) “The fountain pen my uncle gave me?” “My fishing rod”?
NO. But maybe if you weren’t circulating between multiple households of women, you might know where you left it.
Geez. So tell me YOUR strategies for cheater crap. Help the newbies. Help the storage locker industry.