After that last post where I made myself sound so much better than the Hoarders on TV.
So here is my disgusting clutter confession for the week:
I don't eat bread heels.
Often there are five or six bags of bread heels in my kitchen just waiting to be tossed. (They certainly aren't going to be eaten!) I don't know why I can't throw them out. There's one in my kitchen right now in fact, which is why I thought to confess it. I mean, I know I am not going to eat them-- maybe I hope someone else will? It feels wasteful somehow, and it probably is. But bread heels on store bought bread are gross tasting. And so is crust, which I also don't eat. (Nearly 30 and still eating around the crust-- I'm an ADULT!)
So that's it. You can all be grossed out now by my hoarding habit.