Tim is going on his first "free estimate" call for the new business today. No telling what will come of it. He will probably encounter all sorts of interesting people and circumstances in this little business. I'll be excited to hear all about the trash and treasures on this island. But, I may have to torture him for the info. One promise he is making to potential clients is discretion. I guess it makes sense that people don't want their dirty laundry spilled. It wouldn't be fair to name names would it? Not even initials? The skeletons in the closet will have to stay there...unless it is time for them to go, along with the rest of the detritus we somehow collect over time. I'm sure some treasures will be discovered. Maybe Antique Roadhouse possibilities...or Pawn Stars (yes, "pawn.") At the very least he will become very good friends with the folks at Island Recycle.
So, I will use restraint when he gets back. I will not torture for tidbits or reports of hoarding egg cartons and cabbage patch dolls. I won't, I won't, I won't. Except I really have one burning question.
Does everyone else have a collection of plastic storage containers in their kitchen cabinets with lids that don't fit, or are we the only ones?
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