No decisions have been made. We have until July 1 to make a final decision about moving and we have decided to make arrangements for one of about three possibilities.
Right now Eric is doing massive Spring cleaning. He is emptying closets, dragging under the beds, and paring down our clothing. A few minutes ago he asked me yet another crazy, and I mean CRAZY, question.
“Honey? How would you feel about getting rid of some of your shoes?”
Sometimes it’s like he doesn’t even know me.
And you couldn’t even give them to me, because my feet are too small.
But maybe Emily….
I refuse to share shoes and/or clothing with Emily until she is twenty. I don’t need the ego shock.
That is the most ri-darn-diculous thing I have ever heard.
I know. I was all, “whateverdude”.
Shoes?!! Yep, he must have been delirious.
We’re doing the same thing in our home getting ready for tomorrow’s big yard sale. I hid my *good* shoes in my car. =)
I made him a sandwich and calmed him down, Lisa.
That is such dedication, Brandy. In the car?
I would have been all “For every box of stuff of yours you get rid of, that counts for one pair of shoes”.
Then you can go get new ones!
Or I would have been like:”my shoes are sacrosanct buster.”
I just really can’t believe that he asked let alone survived asking that question. Thank goodness he didn’t bring up purses and/or aprons! I have Craig pretty well trained I wish I could send him out for a quick seminar in “Questions Never To Ask Your Wife & How Many Pairs You Must Buy Her For Your Faux Paux”. Maybe I will try and get the written material together and send it out. LOL
There’s a book that would sell.
To be fair, he worked very hard and did a marvelous job getting ALL my shoes ordered perfectly. He even found two pair that I didn’t know I had.
I was moved….not quite to tears but moved nonetheless.