Maintenance day

The last of TS Hanna is blowing through Washington DC and Marc's cleaning out file cabinets and the safe and is entertaining me with his findings. There's a letter he got notifying him of a sizable raise that would go into effect on November 1, 1996. (Oh, dotcom bubble, you were SO CUTE! *cuddles it*) There's a bill from the vet for a cat we haven't had in 10 years; an HMO provider directory for Austin, TX; and, most critically, an accident report that Marc wrote out, longhand, on spiral notebook paper, for an accident he had when he was 16. Given that he's now 38, I think it's safe to let that go, yes? ETA: And! A brochure for the all new 1998 Ford Escort! Sticker price: $15710. Yeah, that would be the car we just traded in for the Prius. He also found the brochure for his 1992 Saturn (which we traded in for the Escort, natch), and its sticker: $11545 It's a sickness. When I ripped the sticker off the Prius, I threw it away. Because it's paper and that means it wants to ruin my life.

The man keeps EVERYTHING, so when he's in a mood to clean cabinets out I get very excited. He's having so much fun playing with the paper shredder, too.

For my part, I have a long to-do list I'm slowly working my way through, in between naps and random wikipedia wanderings. A cleaned her room and got out of here for a playdate, and O has been "cleaning up" the same pile of Legos for the last 4 hours. I made a list of our fall weekends for this year and we're just not traveling much, so I'm really hoping that we can have a lot more weekends just like this one. That I'm this excited over having nothing to do surely means something, yes?