So having been given the ultimatum about restoration of my former print shop (and having hung my whip up for the time being) my husband seems to be producing empty boxes. I think the boxes were full........well and he's also bringing home boxes from the grocery store~this may be to confuse me! It aint hard to do that.
Notice that round foreign object on top of the wall console?! Well I am sitting watching TV and see this strange object on top of the 6 foot tall wall console. All of a sudden I realize that everytime I cleared a space, a mysterious object would appear to fill it. Clever move for a packrat.
So I went to the garage and took pictures of the empty boxes, feeling somewhat encouraged. I also decided that I probably need to drop everything and start packing things up on the third floor, hoping that my behaviour would be contagious! As he empties boxes, I will fill them and take them to the storage space
He won't acknowledge the storage space I rented and threatens to throw all his stuff out, can I jump up and down now? (one has to realize that there is a reason he didn't throw it out in the first place ????) I bet it would upset him if one morning he finds the largest dumpster in the whole world in the driveway. It is always a dead giveaway, when your partner looks at the little garbage bin outside and calls it a dumpster. So we are between a storage space and a hard place. I pulled out a drawer of my beautiful metal type and I thought, okay, soon!
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