shewolf & kicky,
if it was up to me, I'd be burning away.
Someone else who lives here is all "one of the GD neighbors will report us"
I said, "Who? Dave & Vanessa? Diane & Dan? Ed? The British couple we never see who live arcross the street, the 2 lesbians that have the illegal martial arts studio on their 2nd floor?"
This someone says "Naw...not them, but some GD person who lives....behind us or on the next street
will see the smoke and call the police. Some people will call the police for anything."
I gotta decide what hill I want to die on today. I've already called someone else in my house a pack rate, and told this person they are never allowed to stop at a garage sale ever again. This person has his own man cave, which is fine with me, until the stone tools and bits of bone start creeping into the rest of the house. This person must have some through back decorating gene in his system, like from some Aunt Tilly from 300 years ago with her antimacassars and ****. This person is freaking in love with little boxes that one could, for instance, put hat pins in, or slightly larger ones that will keep your candle stubs all in one place. He's got boxes for holding snuff, ones for storing flint for starting a fire, nibs for fountain pens, and spare calling cards. In other words for **** that people have used in a long long time. Any of that stuff that may have crept out of the lair is being booted back in there today.
Anyway, the subject at hand.....
I have about a laundry basket full of stuff. I have to hide it somewhere or someone will want to look through every scrap of paper, which can't be burned.