Livin' In A Shredder's Paradise

St. Pauly Boy bought us a shredder recently. We had just watched the movie Lord Of War in which a federal agent is able to piece together documents that had been put through a regular "strip" shredder, which is what I believe sparked SPB's interest in getting us a shredder A.S.A.P. (NOTE: We are not arms dealers. My husband is simply paranoid.) So the contraption that SPB brought home is one of those ones that shreds paper into confetti sized bits.

I used to think SPB was just overly cautious when it came to the security of our personal information. We have an unlisted & blocked phone number, our computers are all password protected (alongside other measures of security), and our mail has always been destroyed prior to being placed in the garbage. Apparently ripping your mail in half or even in smaller pieces, isn't enough to protect yourself. Exibit A for owning a confetti shredder.

I'm thankful for SPB's paranoia. And I'm incredibly scared about the length at which credit card companies will compromise your security just to make a buck.