Deep down, deep, deep down, Garry loves to move. He sees it as an opportunity to start throwing away all the "stuff" he has always wanted to throw away. Before he came home from training this weekend, the big outside garbage can was about 1/2 full. By the time he left on Sunday night, it was overflowing.
Some of the first victims? My boosters for toddlers. We had two -- one from when Emma was little and another from Macey. Emma's was creme; Molly's was blue. I am providing these details just to provide some proof that they did, in fact, at one time exist.
They were languishing in the wasteland (otherwise known as the garage) and I asked Garry to go find one of the two for Molly while we are at the hotel.
He came back upstairs empty-handed. "I think we threw them away." Oh no, WE didn't. "I think that we decided that we did not use them much, and we threw them away."
Wow, I was never part of the "we" in this conversation because if I had been asked, I would have said that we did use them. A lot. At least three times a day.
I saw some of the other things that went into the trash, and I just had to shake my head. There's really nothing I can do about it but charge it to his credit card when I have to buy a new one.