Whenever my Aunt Mary would visit, she would organize my stash of plastic shopping bags under my kitchen sink. She would fold them and put them in neat little bundles secured together with rubber bands., but if one day of bundling plastic bags and organizing the closet can induce such calmness, putting the whole house in order should put me in a coma. Thanks, Aunt Mary! Jdelbuono@
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