Have you missed our conversations? I have! Sometimes!
As he’s going through things, he will call and say “There’s a blue bowl. Do you want to keep it?” I ask questions . . Small bowl? Large bowl? Glass? Plastic? I almost always end up asking him to send a picture of whatever he’s asking about.
Last night, I was talking to a friend on the phone. Vince called so I asked her if I could call her right back. Vince said “There’s something long and rolled up. I’m not sure if it’s fabric or what. Do you want it?” I asked him to send me a picture.
Every single time I respond, if I say I want to keep it, he writes back and wants to know if I’m sure and then asks “How long have you had it? When do you think you’ll use it again?” If I say I don’t want to keep it, he wants to know how much I paid for it; why I bought it if I wasn’t going to use it, am I sure I don’t want to keep it.
I looked at that picture and I vaguely remember that rolled up thing but at this point, I don’t have a clue what it is. I think it may be some kind of heavy duty interfacing for a bag I had planned to make but I’m not sure. Anyone have any ideas? I know the picture doesn’t give a lot of details. I don’t even know if he found it in the house or in the sewing room.
Anyway . . once I responded to his picture, I called my friend back. She barely said “hello” when Vince was calling again. I told her . . I’m not answering it because he’s going to want to know what it is and what I’ll use it for and I don’t have a clue what it is. Good grief . . it may weigh 8 ounces and I’m sure there’s some spot where it can be wedged in with two moving trucks!
So, she and I kept talking and then when he called me later, he said “What is that roll?” I had to admit that I don’t have a clue. I should have made up something . . like interfacing for a bag . . he would never have known the difference.
This morning, he sent me this text.
It looks like a bunch of shoes without mates. Who knows why or where the mates are. You can see our conversation. He called.
Vince: Why do you not want these shoes?
Me: It looks like a bunch of worn out single shoes.
Vince: Where are the mates?
Me: I have no idea. Please . . just throw them away and don’t bring them here.
Vince: Maybe the mates are already in MO.
Me: Doubt it.
Vince: Are you sure you don’t want me to bring them?
Me: DO NOT BRING THEM!
Vince: I’ll stick them aside and if you change your mind, let me know.
Who wants to bet he brings them? I am not complaining because he’s there packing and I skipped out but with both of us being pack rats, this is painful for us but would be hilarious for someone else to watch – especially someone who isn’t paying for the movers! 🙂