tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577155903853273621.post8765160768141736194..comments2023-10-05T10:00:27.231-07:00Comments on The Diary of a Gold-Digger: Ch 6 A stranger sends Primo a manatee, a sea turtle, and a jaguar for his birthday, which of course is just what he has been wanting (although at least it’s not a custom-made puzzle, but it’s still not returnable)the gold diggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09134199198587591427noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577155903853273621.post-5455258570709719262018-10-16T15:59:51.980-07:002018-10-16T15:59:51.980-07:00I know the feeling. Boy, do I know the feeling. I know the feeling. Boy, do I know the feeling. C.https://www.blogger.com/profile/15924857821499671882noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577155903853273621.post-18766784543352657402017-07-13T12:54:41.091-07:002017-07-13T12:54:41.091-07:00And let me guess - he kept all three envelopes and...And let me guess - he kept all three envelopes and their contents?<br /><br />Signed,<br />A lady who obsessively throws stuff away but who is married to a dude who obsessively keeps stuff<br /><br />(the part that really annoys me is that in order to achieve my optimal level of stuff in the house, I would have to get rid of MY things I want to keep, while he saves every single 401k statement, every insurance policy from a house we no longer own, every ugly flannel shirt with the tags still on ("but my mom and grandma bought me that!" OK, so WEAR IT!!), etc., etc.) Kathrynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05857782133498351917noreply@blogger.com