You may shriek aloud. If you must.
Like my forefather before me, I cannot tell a lie.
(Somebody stop me.)
Recently though, the sun (sweet mercy) shone down on my wretchedness and this dark, dark night of my soul. It came in the form of a Martha magazine, which coughed up this tasty nugget. Document-Retention Guidelines.
Well, gracious sakes alive! I'm saved!
Seeing how this has been so beneficial to me (and may well be saving my marriage, because everyone has their limits [bad record-keeping is Stretch's]), I figured, Hey! Pass it on. Pay it forward. So, here you go.
And now it seems more possible to get to the bottom of the pile(s) and keep them down, bennis there's so much less to file.
I had been hanging onto things from the 90s. Apparently I am nothing if not
Do you concur?