I cannot believe what I just did. I should first explain that I am something of a neatnik, and Matt is...well, he's not such a neatnik. So I tend to be a little sensitive to clutter and to things that are not in the right places. This drives him nuts because he thinks I'm totally anal retentive.
We came home from Boise and all of Matt's bike information, a shirt I bought, and the receipts and paperwork on his new bike were all in one bag. It was a paper bag, and according to my particular system of filing, plastic bags go in the pantry for later use, paper handle-bags get put in a pile to give to the lady who runs my favorite produce stand, and paper bags without handles go in the fiery inferno of our wood-burning fireplace.
Matt just came in a minute ago and said, "Hey, where's the bag with the receipt for the bike?" That would be the receipt he needs to get that $150 fitness reimbursment I mentioned just moments ago. Yeah...fiery inferno. I hope Idaho Mountain Touring can give us another, elsewise I just out-efficiencied myself from a hundred and fifty bucks. Damn my eyes!