It drives me crazy!
I am NOT a saver! Except for fabric and cook books... those things I hoard like the apocolypse is tomorrow.
So, I have been in his room all morning throwing out all the little trinkets and do-dads and thinga-ma-jigs that he has surely forgotten were there. (I found Valentine candy from 2 years ago, people! See what I mean?)
So, my hubby asks me to get out a shirt from the closet and iron it for him. He said he has nothing to wear. He starts pointing to shirts and saying "too old, too grungy...". I promptly pull out the shirts and toss them on the bed in a pile.
"What are you doing?!" he asks in an alarmed way.
"I'm putting them in the DI bag. You won't wear them anymore."
He gets this panicked look on his face. Looks like there are 2 "savers" in this house.
No worries, I will just throw them out while he's at work. He'll never know! heh heh heh...
I'm on a roll!!!!