Not only am I a basement beer bottle hoarder, I'm a car hoarder. Today I got cold after our run at Camp Stig (such STRANGE weather for August) so I went to get my sweatshirt from the car. I remember that Terry gave me one of Katie's old Newbury sweatshirts on Sunday so I dug a little deeper into the pile of stuff in the backseat of my Yukon. I found the black zip-up sweatshirt jacket that I was sure I'd accidentally put into the Goodwill pile last month & my yoga pants that I couldn't find for my Colorado trip & a bag from Dicks with energy gummies...brand new & my clipboard from school with my checkout information & a lunch I packed for someone...probably for a tennis match...last spring.
Let's just say that ziplock bags are pretty effective in holding in odors.
I should be more embarrassed than I am...well on my way to being a house hoarder.
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