For those who didn’t know, my husband and I are expecting baby number 2. We’re very excited and have a lot to do to prepare. One of those things is dismantling our old office and turning it into our toddler’s room so the baby will get the nursery. Apparently I had a lot of stuff in the closet in that room. My husband just brought me a collection of floppy disks to show me before he threw them out. That’s right, floppy disks, from when I was in high school and I think first year university. Once I saw them, I didn’t want to let them go. One of them had some of my writing from way back then… stuff I’m sure I continued to transfer onto my computers through the years. I wouldn’t be missing anything if that floppy disk went, right? The collection also included some disks with school work on it. I’m not going to want that right? I’m so terrible. How is it I still had that stuff? I didn’t even realize it, then when I saw it, I wanted to keep it. I’m not crazy, right?
Okay, so I told my husband I was writing this post. He read it and either felt bad or wanted to lessen my craziness, so I got to take the floppy out with my old writing on it.