I'm hilarious

See that last part? The one where I said I would fill "you" in "soon"? More than two years ago. I just crack myself up. Okay. I no longer have a tape player in my car. But I still want to do this. I still want to go through my tapes. Mostly, due to a few years ago when I retrieved the last of my childhood belongings from my father's house. Those belongings included EVERY NOTE I HAD EVER RECEIVED. I'm not even joking. I had two black garbage bags worth of notes ranging from elementary school's "cit bye me at lunch" to high school's eleven pagers from my friend who always folded the paper in origami-style creations which I could not recreate once I had read them. Anyhoo, the notes. I had saved them thinking when I was older they would be fun to look back on and remember my life. Except they were all thrown into a couple of bags. And they were all out of order. And my mom had relapsed that summer and I just couldn't handle looking through letters from simpler times- when I was simpler. So I threw them all away, despite my husband's and my idea to start a blog and just post one note a day. I threw them all away because I needed to be lighter and the thought of lugging those letters around for years while I scanned one a day seemed interminable. And, honestly, the ones I did start to re-read didn't seem that interesting- and they were from my life. So, I chucked them. And now I will never know if I could have been the famous blogger who published a book of her childhood boring letters and retired at 30. Oh, well. On to the tapes.