I'm a purge queen/nazi

The moment I saw today's PC Weenies cartoon, I thought immediately of myself. No, I don't have Apple packaging, I hadn't even gotten to absorbing the Apple details when the thought came to my mind. All I saw was boxes in a garbage can and someone being upset about it. (I do get the joke, but that's not what this post is about). Ryan would be my hubby. I would short, fat, bald guy.

You see, I'm a purge queen/nazi (pick whichever you think is appropriate after you've read the post). Once a year, for about 3-4 days (or two weekends) I morph into a green-eyed, ugly witch, and go purge-mad. Last year, the ugly, green-eyed witch took over in the middle of summer, on a really sunny, hot weekend when we could have been out biking or hiking or something. Not purging.

The thing is I don't just go through things like clothes and books. I go through every single item in the house. And I make my hubby go through every single item. This is the one time, guys, you'll be glad that you're not married to me. I can be downright inflexible and non-negotiable at times. There is no such thing as "well, maybe we should keep it, just in case." In my experience, "just in case" never comes.

I am ruthless when it comes to purging. I've even thrown out photos. I never look at them, so why keep them around? I'm all for putting pictures on disks. Hey, I'm not much of a sentimentalist, what can I say? Hubby on the other hand, likes photos. He's a bit of a amateur photographer (some of his stuff's pretty good), and any photo that's on display that isn't a portrait of someone, he took himself.

There are still some items that I want to throw out, but hubby doesn't. So it becomes a battle of wills. Sometimes I win, sometimes he does.

Fortuately for hubby, my yearly purge will have to be postponed to next year, because I simply just don't have the time to do it due to Evil Homework.