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Well, today I promised I'd finish cleaning up the messiest corner of my library which entailed bringing down to the cellar all the rest of the boxes of tobacco tins and stacked Ball/Mason jars of tobacco to finally put them all with the rest of my stash on the old bookcase which was brought down last month.
Now I'm not complaining, this really was a necessary step and one with two enjoyable results: It freed up lots of room in my library and all my tobacco is neatly packed away in one place.
The thing that got me was when we were putting the last jars in place (I've still got about 50 or so tins to sort through and put away) my wife said to me "man! you really are a hoarder! You're not planning on ever buying any more tobacco, are you?"
As Ralph Kramden used to say, "Humedy-humedy-humedy-humedy……."
Now I'm not complaining, this really was a necessary step and one with two enjoyable results: It freed up lots of room in my library and all my tobacco is neatly packed away in one place.
The thing that got me was when we were putting the last jars in place (I've still got about 50 or so tins to sort through and put away) my wife said to me "man! you really are a hoarder! You're not planning on ever buying any more tobacco, are you?"
As Ralph Kramden used to say, "Humedy-humedy-humedy-humedy……."