You got to move it, move it

How could you not love a guy who likes puppies and kids?

I just want to say upfront that I adore my husband.  He is smart, romantic, funny, and he even does dishes and laundry.  Who could ask for more right?  I mean, to most women, he is perfect-- a real Prince Charming.  Ah, but no one is totally perfect and he has one major flaw.  He moves things. 

In his quest to be Mr. neat and clean, he always feels the need to straighten up a room, and it always seems that my things are the ones he needs to get out of the way. While in his tidy mode he grabs things and puts them in the first nook or cranny that is in his path.  If he comes across a book, it may end up in a kitchen junk drawer or the pantry.  Many times he forgets where he puts them. 

Sometimes things end up in the trash by mistake and believe me it is not a fun thing to go through trash looking for that lost item only to find it covered in moldy veggies and coffee grinds.  Last week I did just that since my very expensive antibiotic came packaged in blister packs in a baggie.  Looked like trash to him!

So I have decided to turn a new leaf.  I intend to fight fire with fire.  I will become a picker upper too!

My coffee table in the family room at the moment contains a very, tall, messy stack of magazines on it.  And the stack contains: several electronics catalogs, four sports magazines, three aircraft magazines, and a news magazine or two.  At the very bottom are two very lonely art magazines. 

I carefully carry the top half of that stack and add it to the paper bin going to the dump.  You’ve got to move it move it!

Seriously, I love, love, love the guy flaws and all!  After all nobodies perfect!

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