Before Clean-upMy husband is a "packrat"
(he hates that word),
but the fact remains.
This is his stuff.
He doesn't want it touched,
rearranged, moved,
dusted or
boxed up and put in the garage.
"Hmph"! (my word). . .
Company was coming,
and with a little persuasion
said husband agreed to
"clean up" his stuff.
After Clean-up
Oh yeah, baby,
that's soooo much better.
Put all your junk in a BLUE
laundry basket and no one
will even notice it.
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Well, it seemed like a good plan at the time:)
HAHA! You gotta give the boy credit.
Is that how it's done? I should get my pack rat to meet up with yours for some lessons.
You are nicer than I am though. I don't give my pack rat much of a choice. We are moving and he is shocked at the amount of stuff I am tossing and donating that he has carefully collected over the years. :)
Oh man,I can so relate to your husband. It's hard being a packrat... :o)
That is absolutely hilarious! I'm sorry but boy, that just hits home with me!!
Now that is funny, typical male!!!
What blue laundry basket? I don't see anything....
Now, I think your being to hard on your little pack rat! There is nothing wrong about a little ole pile or 2 (or maybe 3/4 piles)
from: yours truely (feeling alittle picked on) packrat
p.s. I like the term horizontal surface disease.
We go through very similar battles at my house. Each of us taking turns being the resident pack rat. At list its one sort small pile instead of one really large one..
I am a firm believer in laundry basket organization! lol!
Your husband and mine HAVE GOT TO BE RELATED - only mine uses those HUGE green things used for Christmas decorations and moves them from one place in the garage to another!! As long as my car can still be parked in there, I don't have a problem with it!! Men - humph!!
LOL....loved his logic....sounds like mine. His idea of cleaning off his desk is put it on mine for me to do something with. I know what you mean about sarcasm and your own children....not so much funny then. If I consider myself the queen of sarcasm....my oldest duaghter would have been the high priestess of it. We butted heads often.
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