I had no idea he was doing it. After completing my kitchen chores this evening, I came upstairs to find my husband unloading the contents of his closet. “If you’re going to blog about it,” he said, “at least say I was awesome enough to start by myself.”
As the piles of clothing, books, sports paraphernalia, ties, belts, and wall art grow in the middle of the room, we are both simultaneously amazed and embarrassed at the gigantic mountain of junk that was stuffed in that tiny space.
“Everything that has a sports team logo is off limits,” he said. “Also off limits are all the office decorations that I’m keeping for the day when I have an office again. You know, giving away my books is going to be hard, because I really like my books… And don’t make me sound like a turd.”
I know all of you are anxious to hear the fate of the famous Fork and Spoon. I’m sure they’re in the pile somewhere.