Excruciating minutiae from the eraser collection

When Ned and I drove through Valdosta on the way back from the honeymoon, my parents sent me back with everything I've ever owned. Groan. Who knew I owned so much? As I agonize over what to do with that box of my first grade papers, the old trophies from t-bat teams I barely remember, and an enormous collection of Winnie-the-Pooh items from overzealous Disney store days, Ned's enjoying the quirkiness of my childhood eraser collection. Of particular interest is this one, made by non-native speakers.