So last week, the Spouse started cleaning his office closet - in earnest. He told me, "Ever since I watched that program, I hate the clutter in that closet!"
"Are you paranoid about being a hoarder?" I asked. "Because, if you have to pick a hangup, paranoia is the best."
The Spouse kept cleaning. He filled the recycle bin with old papers. Then, he gave the boys several things he kept from his boyhood. I just have to share a few photos with you:
I apologize - this is SICK, just SICK:
The best of the collection, however, is the gigantic sunglasses the Spouse bought for himself at Cedar Point amusement park in Sandusky, Ohio when he was ten years old.
"Maybe you are a hoarder," I finally told him.
He grinned at me, like a placid bee. "Doesn't it comfort you that you have a whole lifetime to explore the depths of my personality?"
