...pretty ribbons of blue
-Roy Orbison, "Pretty Paper"
My name is Jen and I have a paper problem. Like, taking over my house kind of problem.
Actually, it's a two-fold problem. (Get it? Paper? Folding? Oh c'mon. At least chuckle.) First, there's the paperwork/filing/bills/kid artwork/gas station receipts/coupons/magazine problem. It's everywhere. It's unorganized. It means I have an "I can't find it when I need it, but I KNOW IT'S IN THIS STINKIN' HOUSE SOMEWHERE IF I JUST KEEP LOOKING, DAMMIT!" kind of problem. I just finished sorting out all my tax stuff, and I'm sure there are all kinds of deductions I'm not taking because I'm not organized enough to keep up with that stuff. It means I pay bills late because I don't know they exist. It means special kid artwork (i.e. the picture Jay drew of his Baby Brother the day he was born) is mixed in with the receipts from last week's groceries and a dollar off ketchup coupon.
But that's a minor problem. The more major problem is that I just spent 30 minutes sorting out things that need to be shredded from clothes that need to be taken to Goodwill. Yes, you read that right. I have one giant pile of clothes that I can no longer wear, and it's mixed together with important paperwork that has my SSN on it and needs to be shredded. Who does that?!
Then, I have another paper problem. I am a paper crafter turned paper hoarder. My pseudo-sister Amy came over last night for fun craftiness, and our goal was to use up some of the paper scraps that we have collected over the years. For some reason, I feel like if I have a scrap of paper leftover from a card that's at least 2 inches square, I should save it. You know. JUST IN CASE. Just in case I have a sudden need for a 2 inch square of blue striped paper. Cause I'm certainly more likely to search through a giant pile of postage stamp size scraps to find it than to use the perfectly good 12x12 sheet of the same blue striped paper. Seriously?! Who does that?!
Arggghh! Somebody help me!