you might need it later

I'm a keeper.

No, I don't mean worthy of being kept around, although hopefully my family would think so, but more in terms of not throwing things away.

I tend to think I will use the item again, that or I can't stand the thought of spending more money to replace whatever I've kept. I suppose I get this trait from my grandmother, who is 85, resuses aluminum foil and has a freezer full of leftovers dated back to the T-Rex days. I'm not that extreme, but I do tend to keep things my husband would rather me toss in the trash. Like my eyeshadow that crumbled when I dropped it on the floor, and what's left of it has been scooped into a ziplock bag. That certainly resulted in some odd looks from Greg.

I'm guilty of putting back the three sips of milk left in the gallon container, 'just in case.'

Extra packets of ketchup from fast-food takeouts are inside my fridge, should we run out of the stuff in the bottle.

I still have my Bally's membership card, though the plastic little rectangle expired a good ten years ago. I don't even mind parting with it, just haven't gotten around to actually throwing it away.

And so on and so on.

Like the gold teardrop earring that sits in my jewelry armoire without it's match because I lost it two years ago. Yet, the minute I throw it away, the other will turn up.

Or the sliver of barsoap left on the tub, which could be replaced but still provides some use.

These are the things I keep.

What about you?