Monday, December 8, 2003
The Last Frontier
It took me all weekend, but I finally cleaned out Ray's bedroom. I am no doubt permanently traumatized, but I survived. I had to do most of it while he was at work on Saturday and watching the football game with friends on Sunday. I foolishly attempted to coerce him into helping me go through his drawers on Saturday night, but he had a story behind and a reason to keep every piece of junk in that room. I soon realized that with him assisting me, we'd never finish. Even after he returned home from watching the game, he started poking around the trash bags I had filled. "You didn't throw away anything important, did you, honey?", he asked me numerous times. "Nope", I answered truthfully. Unless of course he thinks he'll need more than 20 pairs of shoe laces, 500 packets of eyeglass cleaner, 16 rolls of dental floss, about $2 in Mexican money, hundreds of batteries in assorted sizes, and thousands of rolls of film... But I guess he DOES think that or he wouldn't have saved them all in the first place. The scary part is that he knows exactly what he has and where it is. At least he DID know. Now... we'll be like every other normal couple who is in an extremely happy, fully satisfying, and totally committed relationship. HE won't be able to find a damn thing... without asking ME first.
Posted by onmiownnow2 at Monday, December 08, 2003