Warranty, Warranty... Where Art Thou?
Last night, Jason and I stayed up and went through the warranty drawer(s). 'What is that?' you ask. Oh, I will tell you. You see. Jason and I are keepers. I don't feel that we fall into the classification of "hoarder" just yet, although the sane might beg to differ. We only keep things we need, things we might need, and things we probably don't need. But we are also weeders. We weed less often than we keep, so we always have plenty to weed whenever the urge strikes. Which usually happens two to three times a year on a long weekend. This weekend, we have weeded part of the office, the garage and part of our bedroom (the place that will never be a sanctuary for sleep . Back to the warranty drawer(s). It used to be one drawer, but has slowly grown to more than one. Whenever we buy something or are given something of any value, we keep the receipt and the information. This time our weeding happened, not becaus...