The bane of the near-hoarder husband--he eventually finds a use for something useless and is vindicated.
I can think of 2 things in the past 5-6 years: the pizza things for a snowman (so, not a huge important need there), and wheels from rollerblades to make a chicken ladder for the roof (which he really did need).
But still, that makes ONE hoarded item useful in the last 5-6 years. It would have been worth buying rollerblades at the thrift store.
And don't EVEN get me started about all the fucking empty boxes he's saved from all of his eBay purchases. Because he's going to eBay stuff, you see, and then he'll have boxes to mail things out in. Mother of god, his office really is like something you would see on Hoarders, and I am not exaggerating. The rest of the house is cluttered because we don't have enough storage space, but we're not close to scary Hoarders-level...except the office. It is appalling.
I feel like I am constantly or near constantly drowning in paper. Between work and home. It's overwhelming.
You know, after I typed it, I googled it to see if it was a term Tim made up. [link] It's also called a roof ladder; it's a specialty ladder with wheels that's angled to lay across a roof and hook over the peak so that a roofer can use the ladder on a steep roof. (The wheels just make it easy to push the ladder up the roof; without wheels, the ladder could rip shingles off.)
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But the one he made doesn't look like this one; it's wooden, and uses the aforementioned rollerblade wheels, but it worked great. (I disremember why he needed to get up on the roof, but the pitch is steep and a chicken ladder makes it safer to keep your footing.)
It's not uncommon for people to wear a size longer in their 50s than their 20s.
Mine got smaller and my arch got higher. Explain that.
All other women with bigger feet attribute it to pregnancy, but I just got fat and went from a 7.5 to an 8.5.
I still grieve the perfect red wool crew neck sweater that I got rid of and would have been perfect for about 5 shows I have worked on. Now I just bring that stuff to the costume shop. But the rest of my clutter garbage is killing me. And I have sink Lutherans.
I have also fallen in love with this kitty. [link] He has eyebrows and a beautiful tail. I cannot have another kitty.
I save my eBay boxes and envelopes, but at least I can say I do reuse them. Because I do do a fair bit of eBaying.
I save my eBay boxes and envelopes, but at least I can say I do reuse them. Because I do do a fair bit of eBaying.
Oh, I'm only critical of him because in the 7 years I've lived with him, he's sold like ONE item on eBay. The amount of boxes in the office (firehazarddeathtrap) would have you believe he has a thriving eBay business.
