Anyway, I finally decided to take care of our paper recycling, which Jeff and I shove into the pantry until it has sufficiently aged. Turns out my recycling avoidance is even worse than my dry cleaning avoidance.
Exhibit A:
Exhibit B:
(The dry cleaning would be that pile of stuff unceremoniously dumped atop the plastic bin—yes, the same one that is still slick with oil.)
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