put the stuffing down, and step away from the box.... very slowely... slowely....now turn around, and walk away..
this is packrat therapy..
ya gotta let that crap go sometime.
my dad was the same way. when i graduated high school in 1989, my dad decided he wanted me to have his old beat-up 1936 F1 Ford pickup. it had been sitting in the garage with crap stacked up on it for over 10 years.. and as we start to take the piles of boxes and junk off, i noticed that half the boxes were still stamped with DOD stickers from when they were inspected for shipment when we moved back from Italy in 1977. so, for twelve years, those boxes had sat there, untouched, and probably unopended. i remember asking "why do you keep this crap".. and his answer, sounding as sane as possible, "cause i may need it someday".
how the HELL would he know if he needed them..? they hadnt been touched in 12 years. crazy old man!!
bigjohn
