Hi, I'm Maryn. (You all say, "Hi, Maryn.") And I'm an addict.

We're packing for an upcoming move, and I'm shocked at the sheer quantity of folders, notebooks, pens, pencils, markers, binders, rulers, paper clips, scratch pads, and other office supplies I'm uncovering, at least eighty percent in unopened packages. I blame stocking up when I saw a sale when the kids were in school, but that excuse hasn't washed for a lot of years now. (My girls are woman in their thirties.)

My office still isn't fully clear by any means, but to give you an idea of the severity of the problem, I just now counted thirteen 12-inch rulers. I have half a paper grocery bag of pens, mechanical pencils, and Sharpies. Of course I'll donate a lot, especially important this time of year, but first I have to face my addiction.

Thanks for listening.

Maryn, among her own kind