So I've caught a spring cleaning bug...or at least that's what I'm blaming my latest rash of reorganizing on. In one of the drawers I was cleaning out this afternoon I found this address stamp...
from three years ago...it sat on my desk for the rest of the day...I couldn't put it in the trash quite yet. When Sean saw it sitting there tonight he offered, "I have a sledgehammer...that might make you feel better?"
Tempting.
Instead it's the old cathartic stand-by, write it down here. Not to illicit sympathy, but to send some of those residual pangs out into the internet cosmos...just wait a little for them to inevitably dissipate.
And it worked...the stamp is in the trash.
