Rocks, old bills, pocket fluff,guitar picks, old paint cans...

Any time I am more than 300 miles from home, I seem to bring back an interesting rock(s). They sit in my garden, in indoor flower pots, or if they are unusual enough in a displayed collection.
old bills: we all do this, don't we?
pocket fluff seems to be in all my pockets anyway, so I decided to call it a *collection*

Guitar picks: same excuse.
Old paint cans: well, I might need to do a touch-up, you know! Every few years, I toss 'em out. Usually they have solidied and are useless by that time.

Rich