• Lots and lots of wilted, stained, and sorry looking t-shirts in my hubs drawer--a veritable history of the last five years.
• Under the t-shirts, three pairs of brand new LL Bean athletic shorts that have not been worn. Why?
• Several pairs of underwear that are so sad looking they’re not even worthy of the rag bag. These gems, which, belong to yours truly, are taking a one way trip to the landfill.
• Enough lonely socks to start a singles club: “Single white athletic sock seeking partner. Must be medium height, flexible and into fitness.”
• A basket full of exhausted pajama tops and bottoms—none of which match each other. I still sleep in them. Is that a reflection of poor self-esteem--or practicality? Do I subconsciously relate to their saggy, baggy appearance?

Is there psychological significance to our tendency to hold onto things long past their prime? Does that make us loyal, blind,  stupid, or lazy?

Wait, maybe I don’t really want to know…