Massacre of the boxes!

Bruce here! The last couple of years I've had a nice apple box with handles (that almost fit under the bed), a lovely Sketcher shoe box, and a nice bright yellow box. These boxes were excellent for storing all my old school papers, pictures from the newspaper, wedding announcements, back-ups for the pictures I've taken, and other priceless gems. Imagine my horror when I came home and found them scattered all over our second bedroom. I had to rescue a few things from the garbage and put them in a safe undisclosed location. There are a couple of things that I don't know how many times Brittney has thrown them away. My lips are sealed as to what those items are. She did ask permission to throw a few things away, and I graciously consented. Now I can't find anything. Not that I've tried to find anything in those boxes anyway. I have a few treasures in my closet and Brittney promised not to touch anything in my closet no matter how hard it is to resist. At least I still have my cows' teeth collection.