Oh Chutz...you know my husband is the King of Clutter. You would not believe the catalogs that come here every single day. He thinks if he stacks them neatly on any flat surface, they are not an eye sore. I have purchased three different mail 'containers', yet it still gets stacked on the dining room table. Oh...and why does he refuse to throw away an empty cereal box or spice tin...he sets it on the counter NEXT to the trash can. This is because he wants me to see it and know that we are out of this particular item. OMG.
My solution? I open the basement door and chuck the stuff down the stairs...yes I do. I am so over the need to save catalogs and magazines. I have also started to use them to start fires in the wood stove. He LOVES it when I do that. Just for the sake of this post, I counted the seed catalogs stacked by the bed. 41. Our so called garden is about 12 feet by 14 feet. Last year nothing grew but one zucchini and maybe a half dozen tomatoes. Oh, don't get me started. I plan to look at the seed catalogs for one more week, then down the stairs they go. I am a psycho fibromite.
Marlee...I believe we are married to the same man. I haven't looked in my hubby's office in six years and never will. The handles on the recycle trash can broke off from my last midnight trip to the road with ten tons of catalogs. My husband has never broken my ribs, however. But still...the similarity is eerie and who would believe there are two such men on this planet of ours? Hmmmm?
I forgot! We have a boat motor clamped to a saw horse in our garage and we don't have a boat! Under it is a box of 'cleats' that go on a dock that we don't have to tie up the invisible boat. And....two water ski ropes that go with the boat and water skis we don't have.
AHHH...this feels good.