My Little Secret

I really don't like to dust.

And I let my shredding pile up.

If you can believe it, I've even shredded in the six months since I've moved into my new house. I filled up about three of those really large dark trash bags. Packed full.

This pile indicates one thing though — that I've gone through my four-drawer file cabinet and weeded out lots of things that don't need to be kept! That's a good thing, right?!

The first shredding adventure was from the box I had to move here from Virginia. I had a place in the 'pantry', which was actually the closet where the hot water heater and furnace was located. It had a concrete floor and vent holes to the outside. That probably explained how the squirrel that got in there got out. But I digress again. I kept canned goods in there, and I also had a plastic Sterilite box that I piled my shredding in. Since I didn't get to it before I moved, it came here to Michigan with me. The U-Haul box was labeled, "Shred Pile." Original, I know.

This pile is bigger. So how many bags do you think this will take me? I also wonder how many times I'm going to overheat the shredder and have to stop to let it cool down. Update to come...