Well, yesterday after doing a particularly large mound of laundry, then trying to squeeze it into the closet, I told my darling husband it was time to clean out the closet. Actually it was only his closet. I learned very shortley after moving in here, that he had no room to share in his closet. He has about 7 feet of closet rod, and I had to have him give me my own closet last winter. I don't think anyone who knows him would ever imagine he is such a clothes horse, I know I never would have believed it. He usually wears the same 10 shirts all the time and he always wears jeans. I now have a huge pile of shirts in the middle of the bedroom floor I need to go through today to see which are good enough to donate and which to throw away. Even so, not counting his work clothes, which are what he wears 90% of the time (and some shirts he called work shirts just so he didn't have to count them later), he counted 33 short sleeve shirts in his closet, and he didn't bother to count the long sleeve (that number is AFTER he weeded out the stuff to get rid of!). He even gave Pete some things so he didn't have to count them in the number of shirts donated or what he still had in the closet. I then told him (as he is pulling out the "skinny" jeans - that he hasn't been able to wear in 2 years) I bet he has 25 pair of jeans (not counting those skinny jeans). He tells me there is no way he has that many and begins to count to prove me wrong. As he sheepishly got to pair number 23, he conceeded that he had an awful lot of jeans. He also has 2 black winter jackets, his Carhart jacket, his wool dress jacket, his "good" everyday jacket, his red mid-weight jacket......... Then to try to save face at the very end, he says "But when is the last time I went out and bought clothes for myself?" (insert attitude here). I very sweetly said "Well, Honey, does that count the times you tell me you need me to get you shirts for the rally, or more jeans because they are on sale?"
"No" as he walked away.
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