A trip down memory's (express) lane

I've been going through a receipts file today. It's time and, truth, be told, I'm doing it to avoid doing something else that also needs to be done. But that's neither here not there at the moment. 

What I've discovered is a thermal paper trail of my habits over the last 4 years. (See - it really needs doing!) 

There's the day I bought a pair of skinny jeans. Won't make that mistake again.

There's the year I didn't have nearly enough record of time spent with friends over coffee or lunch. Glad to say I turned a corner on that one.

There's the handwritten receipt marked "Birdie on chip" that doesn't twig even the remotest memory. Craft? Art? Lunch?

There's the school project that almost killed me as the parent but impacted a whole group of homeless teens.

There's the receipt marked "Presto" for $54.99. Happy to say there's also the receipt that says I returned "Presto" for $54.99. Whatever "Presto" is, I would think I could find it on sale somewhere.

It's been an interesting assortment of smiles, chagrin, memories and reminders.

Next up - my closet. But I'll get to work soon, I promise.