My house is cluttered; you know this.
You also know that from time to time the mess gets me down even though, for the most part, I can live with it.
Last Wednesday was such a day.
This was my train of thought: I‘m never going to get rid of this stuff. Well, not until there’s just me, anyway, and I can decide without argument what stays and what goes.
Here’s what I said to the Hub: I can’t wait until you die and I can get rid of this stuff.
Worst wife ever.
Wonder if I’ll get a Christmas present this year?