My wife asked me to count how many binders we own. We. Not I. She's already ment...
My wife asked me to count how many binders we own. We. Not I. She's already mentally spending the divorce settlement on something that isn't plastic sleeves. I didn't answer. She knew the number anyway. Sixteen binders. Three long boxes. One fireproof safe that cost more than my first car.
Look. I'm not here to tell you collecting on a budget i...
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