Since Adam and Eve ate that apple the wife's been collecting used clothing that "we" haul around to the wife's garage sales. She's acquired a "portable" clothing rack to hang the clothes on at the garage sales, it's 20 feet long and filled to capacity. I've been told numerous times that this is the last time to haul the stuff because it's all going to Goodwill. Somehow the collection never makes it to Goodwill and is growing faster then what's she's a selling. "Our" basement is full of the wife's "stuff". "Our" spare bedrooms, her mother's basement and garage is full of more of her "stuff".
Here' the rub. MIL is selling her house soon. Wife's "stuff" needs to be moved out. Wife has run out of places to store it (NO! NOT IN MY SHOP!). Late Saturday after another garage sale I tear down the clothes rack and load on my truck. Help the wife stuff the clothes into the her car (back seat and passenger seat filled to the ceiling). I'm told to take the rack to the Smith's because they are having a garage sale in a month. Wife will follow behind me with the clothes. I do as I'm told. Except the Smith's are not aware they would be losing a garage stall to the clothing rack full of clothes, they had planned on storing the rack only. Seems the wife forgot that little detail. I text the wife. Wife is committed to haul some friends Sunday so the clothes need to be out of her car. "What is she going to do?" I suggest she takes the clothes to Goodwill. "Am I kidding?" Our living room has been full with her other "stuff" since Christmas. Otherwise I would have expected to hear the options of stacking the clothes in the living room too. "No. I'm not kidding" was my texted reply. I unload the rack at Smith's and head for home. An hour later the wife comes home. She's crying. She had stuffed ALL of the clothes into the first empty Goodwill box she could find. She's crying over the lost of the clothes! Being the sensible married man I am I head out to my shop before I danced a jig. HALLELUJAH! She finally got rid of some of the STUFF! HALLELUJAH!
Here' the rub. MIL is selling her house soon. Wife's "stuff" needs to be moved out. Wife has run out of places to store it (NO! NOT IN MY SHOP!). Late Saturday after another garage sale I tear down the clothes rack and load on my truck. Help the wife stuff the clothes into the her car (back seat and passenger seat filled to the ceiling). I'm told to take the rack to the Smith's because they are having a garage sale in a month. Wife will follow behind me with the clothes. I do as I'm told. Except the Smith's are not aware they would be losing a garage stall to the clothing rack full of clothes, they had planned on storing the rack only. Seems the wife forgot that little detail. I text the wife. Wife is committed to haul some friends Sunday so the clothes need to be out of her car. "What is she going to do?" I suggest she takes the clothes to Goodwill. "Am I kidding?" Our living room has been full with her other "stuff" since Christmas. Otherwise I would have expected to hear the options of stacking the clothes in the living room too. "No. I'm not kidding" was my texted reply. I unload the rack at Smith's and head for home. An hour later the wife comes home. She's crying. She had stuffed ALL of the clothes into the first empty Goodwill box she could find. She's crying over the lost of the clothes! Being the sensible married man I am I head out to my shop before I danced a jig. HALLELUJAH! She finally got rid of some of the STUFF! HALLELUJAH!