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The mouse will clean out the closets.
Or at least that’s what I do when my other half is on a business trip.
Being married to a hoarder means never being able to rid yourself of anything until he crosses state lines.
So as soon as I knew he had cleared the border?
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I started on the hall closet, aka the coat closet… which in actuality has become the ‘if he doesn’t know what to do with it he throws it in there’ closet.
I hauled out a broken coffee pot, single gloves with no partners, a cracked motorcycle helmet, two torn umbrellas and numerous other pieces of useless crap that will soon be on their way to the dump.
I love a good purge!
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