It’s that time of year again.
I’m dejunking, people! I have my seasons (read SEASONS not REASONS—although of course I have my reasons but they don’t need to be itemized here)
I’m in that dejunking season again.
I’m not very good at it. What I do is I look at boxes and say “why do we still have you?” and I go through it. Then my hands get sticky with memories and I can’t let it go. But, last season, I got tough on myself and finally disposed of quite a few items, including this ridiculously awesome souvenir.
You see, about twelve years ago, the streets of Argentina echoed of Enrique, Shakira, and Ricky. It was everywhere. So, while waiting for the use of the phone in the bus terminal of Cañada de Gomez, I bought Enrique’s mug for .50 centavos. I stashed it in my luggage until the end of my mission (a sister has to stay focused, you know), and then kept it in a box of “mission stuff” for the next eleven and a half years. So, I said goodbye to Enrique last Spring and laughed at the fact that his mole was photoshopped off of his face.
Now, the question is, do I get rid of this?
It was a “gift” from my husband.