I started to clean out a closet yesterday preparing for our upcoming move to Boston. Out came golf clubs, sleepingbags, and most amazingly a box of corkscrews. How did they get in there, I thought out loud.
Then, while I was going thru the box of twisted treasures, the lovely (da luvalie) walked down stairs with half a dozen corkscrews in her hand; shortly thereafter arriving with 6 more.
It was about this time when I realized, okay… I have a lot of corkscrews. I packed the better ones carefully into a box, when she arrived with about 5 more…
"nightstand" she said.
I looked back and smiled…
"you always said I should get a hobby," I replied