Ted and I both have the pack rat gene and I am thinking of all the things I want to get rid of and all the things he is desperately clinging to. He gets indignant when I wish to get rid of his Samauria Swords or other junk he lovingly holds on to and I am ruthless about some of the things that I want to auction off.

To top it all off there is a garage full of stuff that didn't sell at an estate sale in the house we have bid on and he wants all that too. If we get it, we will pick through it and let the kids pick through it and then call the Salvation Army but there are some good things in there.
We will probably have a humoungous fight about what he wants to keep and end up compromising.

Have you ever thought about life just being one giant compromise? We don't go through this world getting our own way all the time and it would probably be disastrous if we did. I have made some really poor choices and some good ones and learned to live with them all.