One way or another, I’ll be moving in a month — to either a new job or my parents’ basement. So, I spent the day cleaning out my closet and filling six big boxes to donate to the Salvation Army. Half the clothes moved here with me three years ago, because I hate to throw anything out — who knows? maybe I’ll fit into those size 30 pants again some day? Right.

But in the end, laziness won out because I know I’ve got to thin out my possessions so I’ll have less stuff to load into my mom’s minivan when I move. Of course, my cheapskate side got the last laugh when I insisted the nice old ladies at the Salvation Army give me back the six boxes I brought the stuff in.