If there is one thing Husband hates, it's a drawer that is less than running over full. Half empty is dreadful. Empty might put him in a coma, I don't know.
I have drawers (like in the dining room) that are specifically for stuff like table linens, napkin rings, etc. I have FORBADE Husband to go anywhere near them.
His hands begin to twitch. He paces. He glances furtively from side to side and agrees.
Do you really think I believe him?
Ha.
So, about every three months, I pile everything he's dumped in those drawers in his chair and tell him if it isn't cleaned up by the end of the day, it's going in the garbage.
This works surprisingly well. But it is only temporary.
He also tries to sneak his junk into my sock drawer, my drawers drawer, my bra drawer, my sleep wear drawer - well - you get the picture.
When he does that, I dump it all on his side of the bed. He likes to sleep in his bed, so he takes care of that pretty durn quick.
He has the garage so full only one car goes into our two car garage.
He has his side of our little studio full. It's beginning to creep over to my side. GRRRR!
If you are one of our neighbors, I urge you, I plead with you, nay, I warn you: If Husband shows up at your house with a box, a bag or even bulging pockets, lock the doors.
I'm gettin' me a sign to read: BEWARE of Husband. He's full of it.
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