In an effort to start our lives together, Jeff has officially given up his apartment and moved in with me. We get mail at the same address now and our names will appear on all the bills. However, what he failed to tell me is that he has collected a fortune of junk from his bachelor days...and I mean a "fortune" of junk.
For example, he has collected thousands of DVDs and has a plethora of sporting equipment. Apparently, he plays ALL the sports and must carry enough equipment to field a team of ten men at any point in time. He also has enough work-out clothes to suit up an entire football team for a week at camp. And don't even get me started on the amount of clothes and shoes he has. Let's just say it's a good thing my clothes are smaller in size and in number than his are, or otherwise we'd never fit in my townhouse.
But, this has allowed me a glimpse of Jeff that I otherwise wouldn't see. For example, I discovered that he would rather purchase new clothing than wash his currently owned shirts, socks, underwear, and t-shirts. I also found that he did absolutely no cooking based on the lack of dishes and cookware which were moved to my place. His other loves include television on DVD and thousands of books on writing screenplays. He has amassed a fortune in four categories: DVDs, literature, attire, and recreational tools.
The question is where to put it all.
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