No one would think about spring cleaning on the first day of January. No one, that is, except The Wife.
After 13 wonderful years of marriage, I’ve come to expect the unexpected. But even I was surprised at where I found her that afternoon.
Still knee deep in her closet, with filled and yet-to-be filled bags around her, she looked up and smiled, “Sometimes the only way to get rid of stuff that bugs you is just to bag it up and throw it away.”
Okay, stop laughing – she wasn’t talking about me. Read More»