Thursday, September 03, 2009

But then Husband takes it to extremes

And comes down from the attic with an old plastic bed sheet.

'You can throw that away,' I said.
'It just needs a wash.'
'It's 28 years old!'
'So? There's nothing wrong with it.'

I gave him a look. 'All right,' he said. 'I'll use it in the garage. But it's a waste ... mutter, mutter mutter.'


James Higham said...

Ah, there is always the thrower-outer and the hoarder in each family.

Gledwood said...

I never throw anything away.

Gledwood said...

Not even rubbish, sometimes.

I think it's a mental disease I have ...

jay said...

Oh dear. That would be me. Hahahaha!!

I was trying to sort out my clothing yesterday and I kept looking at stuff and hanging onto it, simply because ... there was nothing wrong with it ... it still quite suited me ... it almost still fitted me ... it had sentimental value ... or even, it was just 'mine'.

Oh dear.

I'll creep away now.

Anne in Oxfordshire said...

James is right, a thrower and a hoarder, my husband is the hoarder, I love it when he goes away as I get throw more out, or charity etc, and the longer he is away ..wooooo hoooo what fun!!

Leslie: said...

I agree re the hoarder and the thrower-outer.

I'm the thrower-outer.

He's the hoarder to the extreme that he's paying almost $200/month for a storage locker!


MissKris said...

Some of the most tense moments in my long marriage have been when Dear Hubby discovered I'd tossed something of his out, thinking if it'd sat there unused for 10 years it mustn't be important. WRONG!!! At least in HIS eyes, ha! I've learned to let it lie.