If I’m Gloating, It’s Probably Not Nice

Mr. Foxypants just announced that he will be taking the entire month of October off from work…

wait for it….

to go through the garage and all his earthy possessions and downsize!

And I didn’t even have to be a nagging shrew to get him to this decision.

Since we moved into Dinky Manor in April I have been furiously purging stuff. I’d already gotten rid of 75% of my belongings before the move, but it’s apparent now that we are in the house, that I am going to need to get rid of another 15% of my stuff in order to make everything fit into my one tiny, badly laid out closet and armoire.

Mr. Foxypants had a really short escrow on his old house and pretty much did not have the luxurious lead time to purge before moving like I did. He had the movers pack Every. Single. Thing. in his house. The partially used soap bar in the bathroom. Packed. 2200 record albums. Packed. 100 board games. Packed. More candles than any man (or human for that matter) should own. Packed.

The garage was so full by the time my stuff came over that I couldn’t fit a needle in there, never mind a filing cabinet. There are boxes of precious things, and by precious things I mean crap, still to be unpacked in every room and no place to store the stuff inside.

I have said nothing about the 4 boxes marked “Star Trek toys” stacked in the office. Nor the 8 boxes of tiki mugs taking up space in the laundry room. I just keep chucking my own stuff and talking about how awesome getting down to 10% will be.

So he’s finally gotten to the breaking point on his own and realized that he cannot fit all of his belongings into this house, even if we build bookcases in every room (which was his originally nutbar plan).

Sometimes leading by example totally works!

I’m so proud of being the nice girlfriend these last couple of months. Niceness took longer than a tantrum to get my message across, but I didn’t have to have cross words with my packratastic boyfriend.

However, I’m having a really hard time not doing my evil, scheming laugh in front of him. I’m so thrilled.

Mwah hahahahaha!

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