tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003374009351818813.post2426701603741584015..comments2023-03-25T17:46:47.441-07:00Comments on Karen E. Olson: Reflections, or Why Things Have Been Thrown OutKaren Olsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05867709664100997228noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003374009351818813.post-10284242958235660672010-10-25T13:48:21.981-07:002010-10-25T13:48:21.981-07:00LOL Patti! I go through my daughter's room on ...LOL Patti! I go through my daughter's room on occasion, because she's a real pack rat, and I've caught her going through the trash. Although I don't throw out anything that doesn't need to be thrown out.Karen Olsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05867709664100997228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003374009351818813.post-64061870096346021972010-10-25T08:52:57.097-07:002010-10-25T08:52:57.097-07:00I throw everything away given half a chance. For s...I throw everything away given half a chance. For some reason, it makes me feel free. I do make mistakes in my haste though. And sometimes my husband is out on the curb at midnight sorting through the trash or dragging that table back in.pattinase (abbott)https://www.blogger.com/profile/02916037185235335846noreply@blogger.com