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Wednesday, August 30, 2017
I may have complained on this blog from time to time that Mrs. C has trouble throwing things away. Don’t even get me started on the storage unit I pay for every month that holds crap that neither she or her children care to sort through and determine if any of it has any value. It is just one little flaw that you need to overlook in a relationship, and I know the good stuff by far outweighs this one flaw.
Still, occasionally this flaw is the aluminum foil on my filling. I just cannot convince Mrs. C that space has value.
The latest battleground?
We bought a new fridge a few years ago and I thought my fridge problems would be over. Problems? Yes, problems, like finding stuff. Mrs. C packs the fridge so precisely in order to not toss anything that still has value, that it is almost impossible to find anything. I have to empty the fridge to find a frozen steak and sometimes it is so old I am afraid to cook it. Placing everything back is to rebuild a Jenga Puzzle that is beyond my pay scale.
When we purchased a new fridge, we moved the old one to the garage and I thought there would now be plenty of room.
When you have someone who is reticent to toss anything, space is quickly taken up. If I built a warehouse, it would soon be jammed full of crap.
What brought on this anti-Mrs. C-hoarding rant?
For the past several months whenever I have delved into our packed kitchen fridge I have had to move a large package of frozen pretzels. Who freezes pretzels? OK, maybe for a week or so, when you expect to need them for some occasion, but for six months or more?
“Kar…can I toss these Got-dang pretzels, they take up half a shelf…why do we have them?”
“Don’t you dare, I like them.”
“But they are over six months old, when are you going to want them?”
“I’ll eat them, don’t you touch them.”
“If you want pretzels, I can run out to the store and get some before these things will thaw.”
“Don’t touch them!”
“They only cost a buck fifty for crap sake and they are always in my way.”
Hmmm, I put up with her friggin storage unit that cost me every month, do you think she would toss me aside if I trashed these pretzels and did not tell her?
Neither do I.
I guess I’ll find out in a month or two when she decides she wants a pretzel and can’t find any in the freezer.
Don’t say anything…OK.