Thursday, January 21, 2010
I am asked every evening "what did you get rid of today?" A certain someone has an expectation that I am going to expunge all of our belongings before we move. The company will gladly store all of our junk for two years, so why not sort it when we get back? Imagine the dialogue from A&E's 'Hoarders' and you get the drift. It ends up that I am married to a flea market bulimic who has spent the last 20 years binging and now expects me to do all of the purging. You can see why I am looking forward to curling up with the Opium Wars tonight. No fun.