Admitting to Something Weird

A blog wouldn't be a blog without the occasional personal (and weird) admission. I discovered (a few minutes ago, in fact) that I really like shredding paper. I don't know why. We recently bought a shredder, although I was dubious it would be of much use. But now that we have it I just love finding things that are worthy of being shredded. It was only a few minutes ago that it dawned on me that I was actually enjoying watching the paper turn into shreds and that I eagerly look through the mail and any papers on (or around) my desk to find something to shred. There's never enough stuff (although my desk is cleaner than it has been a very long time). No matter how hard I try, I'm not going to find a lot for the machine to shred, unless I lower the standards considerably. And no matter how much I enjoy shredding, I'm not about to lower my standards. Who knows how many shreds this machine has in it. I want to use them wisely. In that, I'm a New Englander. (Actually, that just means I'm like my mother, although I suspect she would rather manually shred the paper than pay for a shredder, even if the prices have dropped.) Okay, so I got that out of my system. I guess that makes this an official blog now.