In yet another example, I will pull back the veil, and introduce “high-class” as only Sheenasheen knows how to live it.

What are you looking at in this picture?

Is it a grocery bag?  No, that’s what it was!

Is it a trash bag?  Well, that’s debatable.  But no, it’s not a bag of trash, per se.

What you’re looking at is the Sheenasheen, Redneck version, of a paper shredder.  Or should I say, my husband’s version of a paper shredder?

Here’s the story.  About six or seven months ago, I was all over Kurt about doing something with all this paperwork that tends to gather on the table.  Why is there so much paperwork?  Well, apparently my boo thinks the squirrels that go dumpster diving in our trashcan, also have a desire to steal our identity.  Here’s a newsflash: our information ain’t that valuable!

So anyway, he decided we would put all the various credit card offers and billing invoices in this Harris Teeter bag until we had a chance to go out and buy a shredder.  Long story short, that hasn’t happened yet.  What makes it so crazy to me, is that I find myself asking him to, “put those papers in the shredder”.  Oh my gosh, I just realized something–we’re never getting a real shredder!  That’s probably just bag number 1.  In another six months, I might be blogging about a file cabinet made of Super Glue and Dr. Pepper cans!

Do you remember, my husband is also the inventor of the Diaper Box and Duct Tape Play Tunnel?

Lawd have mercy–honestly I just remembered something while I was writing this…..we used to have a computer desk made of cinder blocks and particle board.  I AM NOT JOKING!  I have pictures to prove it.  If I tell you I’m having a hard time coming up with something to blog about one day, remind me to tell that story.  It will instantly make you feel better about yourself!

Nevertheless, there you have it.  Shredder Bag.