Yesterday I tried to get into the top drawer of our kitchen island and found that there was so much junk in there that I literally could not pry the drawer open. So I pulled the drawer out and dumped the entire contents onto the dining room table and started the "throwing out" process. When you live with a husband that is a pack rat, you must understand that the purging process MUST go undetected. If my husband sees something in the garbage, he will pull the item out and ask "Why is my favorite t-shirt (with paint splatters and holes that he has not technically fit into since 1987) in the garbage"?
Now in all fairness, he labels me a pack-rat as well. But he has no idea how to update this blog, so I can write whatever I damn well please, and he can't do anything about it.
HONEY, YOUR ARE THE PACK RAT!!!!!
So yesterday I am tossing items from that drawer willy-nilly into the garbage. Batteries, old pens, stickers and labels and twist ties, old phone books...you get the picture. I am hoping that my husband won't really catch on to the quantity of (un-needed) items that were tossed. I thought that I had gotten away with it. SCORE!
Later that evening, Rocco climbs onto my husbands lap and my husband rubs Rocco's face, and says "What's on his face? It feels like dried glue".
Dried glue?
Yep, our Rocco got into the garbage and managed to chew open the crazy glue that I could not open. We found the remainder of the glue bottle stuck to my husbands Chicago Bears throw rug on the back porch.
So Rocco has a crusty face, the rug has crazy glue bottle stuck to it, and I was in trouble for throwing out "perfectly good items".
At least I can open the drawer now.
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Tell Rocco this "you dirty raaattt".
Thanks for a good laugh, I needed it!
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