Stuff and Shit

We, the hubby and I, have decided that stuff just isn't important any more.  Plain and simple. 

Since the fire, we have slowly been accumulating shit.  We only have about 7 bins of extra stuff in storage in the basement; the rest is tucked nicely in spacious cupboards upstairs.  We aren't interested in acquiring stuff anymore:  stuff like 750 gig of music and movies; stuff like a new outfit for each day of the year; and finally, stuff like collectibles and knick knacks. 

Some stuff I still want, don't get me wrong, like photographs and shoes.  Can never have enough of those.  But, during this holiday season (yes, i chose the PC version on purpose) we find that we only want what we are still replacing.  Shit like bathrobes and slippers and winter sweaters.   As we approach the year anniversary, we have come full circle in missing shit, and I think it's wearing on all of our psyche's a bit. 

There you have it, the lowdown on stuff and shit.  Some shit is important, and some shit isn't.  Oh, and I haven't even begun to talk about the dilemma of epic proportions we face this week.