Five years and three months ago, we bought and moved into the house we live in now.
Bonus! Even though the digs were nearly 100 years old, they included a kick-ass closet off the master bedroom ( we think it might've been a small nursery) with an amazing shoe rack--space for bountiful Shoe.
John and I very fairly divided the rack in two: half for Him and half for Her.
Today, John asked me: "How come your shoes have now taken over the entire shoe rack and my three pair are under the dresser?"
Me: "When you tell me why you, Stryker and Merrick are physically incapable of touching a toilet seat and gently moving it in a downward direction to rest on its match, I'll let you know."
4 comments:
Oh, good answer!
We've got the opposite problem, my husband has a ridiculous number of shoes. And I keep telling him he doesn't realize how lucky he is that he doesn't have a spouse similarly enamored of footwear.
Touche!
*Applauds wildly*
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