Valentines Day is right around the corner. Want to know how you know your spouse really loves you?
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When they are willing to climb inside a dumpster for you.
A month and a half ago, as part of my "get my life in order" week between Christmas and New Years, Brandon and I went to the Container Store. I LOVE the Container Store, because it is really good (like Ikea) at offering me the illusion that if I just had more things for storage/organization, I would actually be organized.
Ok now that we're done there, seriously I adore the Container Store. And it is not exactly an inexpensive habit... (I can't actually name a single habit of mine that IS inexpensive, so there's also that.) So we don't go very often, unless there is something I can actually justify that can only be found at this mecca of keeping-your-shit-in-order-
So when we got home, I promptly and predictably lost interest in actually starting the immense task of putting things inside all the containers I had just joyously bought. So we unpacked some of them (read: we unpacked the ones Brandon unpacked or forced me to unpack) and left some of them where we always leave stuff like this: in our little 3x5' rectangle of "foyer."
Weeks went by. Brandon had a Thursday off work, and did a lot of cleaning up around the house. Which I am very thankful for. I had kindof a week from hell, so I did not really pay much attention to this other than enjoy that it was now clean(er) around the apt. Until that Saturday, when I decided to get my ass in gear, and unpack some stuff into the canisters. Yay canisters! Except....where are the canisters?
Thats right, my lovely spouse had taken the bag of brand new Container Store items TO THE RECYCLING ROOM. Because in front of the bag of Container Store Items, I had left a bag of paper recycling, and he was confused. Because they were both paper bags, and there was no way I was honestly so lazy that I still hadn't unpacked our expensive containers, right?
Cue my total and complete meltdown. I cried for at least 20 minutes. And my spouse, who loves me very much, found the bag inside the dumpster, and brought it back upstairs to me none the worse for its little adventure. Phew. Glad that's over.
**Any and all comments in the vein of "that will teach you not to leave all your stuff around!" will be ruthlessly deleted (MOM.). Thank you.**