Could it be related to the fact that on the weekends I seem to be compelled to rush out to thrift shops far and wide to recover what lurk there in their depths?
Could it be fueled by a sense of "not enough", or is it more insidious.... like Greed?!
(What if I don't go and someone else gets all the good stuff and they hoard it or don't appreciate it or use it for something ridiculous like *gasp* RAGS??!!)
Ahggg... my heartrate is increasing! Happily, its nearly the weekend, and I can rush out on another rescue mission to insulate my home with poor, neglected, unloved cast-offs. I will love them. I will care for them. I will go out and I will purchase them!
Oh! What a happy family we will be...